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Method of Choice
written by TAINTEDSOULisBACK03:39 AM 11/23/04The touch of your hand and the sound of your voice,
I don't know if I should scream or rejoice.
You can send me in to such a sickening rage,
then the next minute, it's all ok.
Mind games are your method of choice.
The look in your eyes changes like the wind.
I wonder if you're aware of the messages they send.
Somtimes they look so sweet and inviting,
and then the next look like you feel like fighting.
I don't know if you're for real or just here to pretend.
I wish I could take back the things you said.
I know if you remembered, you'd want yourself dead.
But I'd never wish that, no matter your faults,
You're my best friend, and not by default,
and no matter how many tears I shed. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
About a happy moment with a friend. The same friend I talked about in insulin and assholes. In fact, these two are a lot alike.
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