An old poem I found amid my paperwork... think I was a bit upset while I wrote... no, vented out this one.


Burning Bridges


Fabricate, go on create
The "Truth" in your own eyes
Insinuate with words of hate
But in the end, still lies.
The path you chose, you were not forced
This was the bed you made
Have you learned the difference
Between love and getting laid?

Don't cry to me, you still don't see
How obvious it seems
To all those who watched you take the leap
Despite our warning screams
I'd be your friend, but in the end
I still don't know which face
I've been talking too, I don't know you
At least I know my place.



Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2011-04-08 at 03:51

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I like all the internal rhymes you've got going here. It's pretty unusual, and effective.

Venting is good.
2011-04-08


countryfog
"Have you learned the difference
Between love and getting laid?"

Every stupid and hurtful mistake I made when young was from not knowing (not wanting to know?) the difference. There may be no harder thing to learn.
2011-04-08