Probed in all the wrong places,
You words strip me of,
An ill-conceived assurance.
A grenade in the throat,
Sarcasm separates my pupil,
In a blaze of glory.
Divided by the wreckage,
Of a thousand pubescent thoughts.
You and I stand opposed,
Spectators, armed with a morbid grin
Gleefully cheer from the depths.















Comments
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JAMIE KING
Divided by the wreckage,
Of a thousand pubescent thoughts.
I think we can all relate to this couplet.
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"Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.
Glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes you can forget."
Brand New are so friggen joy I just lurve em!
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Please, don't drink the emperor.
i hate not being able to move on.
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"Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.
Glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes you can forget."
Brand New are so friggen joy I just lurve em!
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Please, don't drink the emperor.
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"Your second-hand smoke"
Brand New are so friggen joy I just lurve em!
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