I want to burn down my bed
Because we once 'made-love' in it
I want to scratch off my skin
Because I once let you touched it
I want to take a knife to my couch
Because we once cuddled upon it
I want to smash my walls with a hammer
Because you once held me against them
I want to bring an end to this life
Because you once shared it with me
Ranting Is A PostPoem Passion
apparently. I feel like a novice. Boyfriend got told - I lost some angst and anger reading it. Thanks ~Stella~
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pots gotta let off steam...
he was no boyfriend, he was a dictative opressor
Much Love
Ashley