Spurn
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Seething, the steam
is rising, my pet.
This follows a theme,
though you know it not yet.
Thieving you steal my heart,
and running you break it.
It can’t start,
And only you can remake it.
Yet will you? I think
not as it burns.
Lie there with a blink.
It’s me you will spurn.
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This is really recent, about a masochistic love. Not in a physical sense. I fell for a girl who is absolutely horrible to me, and yet I cannot stop loving her.
And so, it is an angry love poem.
Comment by classicalrulz 11, June 2008 @ 10:11 pm