PE (May 27 / Fort Polk, Louisiana)

Because Of You I Am Cursed

Words can be killer
But yours were murder
You always got off as being my thriller
But you won’t always be the lead herder

Before your hands could touch me
I stood and waited
Before I got my wits and ran form thee
Because that was the last time I would be baited

Because of you I am cursed
I don't know if it can be easily removed
And from you it came much worse
I will never be approved

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Comments (2)

i approve thee.......... * smile*
hmmm, who cursed you young one? good poem.. x3, mill :)