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Late night drive-bys
On the way home from a Tarantino flick,
I passed by your house,
And a scowl appeared on my face.
That scowl remained for the rest of the night,
and I was hoping that while I passed your house,
That you could feel the hatred emanating from my heart.
The first thing to see the scowl,
Was the mirror at home.
I hoped it could see my desperation,
And could feel it as I began punching,
Punching until I started to cry,
While my knuckles were bleeding,
And when each laceration appeared,
The stinging reminded me of how much I missed you.
hay thanx for cirtiquing my poem/song, i think give up to get is probley my favorite one. Anyway I really enjoyed this poem i liked the last part about how much the stinging reminded you of how much you missed that person,it was great.