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Mar 24, 2011 01:09

I don't believe in metaphors
All of those things I said before

When I say you're my king,
I mean you're ruling me,
Oppressing me,
Sentencing me to death

When I say your eyes are pools,
I mean I can't swim,
And you're drowning me,
Pulling me under

We will not blossom
And intertwine
We will grow old, lonely,
And then die

You are not my angel,
My devil, no halos

You are just another guy
In a long line of men
I have met and taken to bed

poetry

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