Chapter 20 - Curse My Name
Submitted January 5, 2009 Updated April 29, 2009 Status Incomplete | I wouldn't call this poetry. More like the mindless ramblings of a confused teenage girl.
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Chapter 20 - Curse My Name
Chapter 20 - Curse My Name
[This is a song, not a poem]
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Dear Ms. Majesty,
this is a song written especially for you.
I hope this night finds you on your own,
because when you hear these words,
I want you to think of me,
and curse. My. Name.
Flip me the bird, scream and shout,
cause tonight I'm not going to stop.
Bite your tongue this time,
because this time around,
you're face down.
And the gun is loaded.
Tie up your hair, smear on some blush,
do what it takes to cover up the hurt.
These are the days that even you don't want to be you.
What we had is done, and tonight's the night.
You're going to despise my very voice when we're through.
Bite your tongue this time,
because this time around,
you have no come backs.
And my words are sharp.
You're blowing this out of proportion dear.
This isn't a personal attack, this is man slaughter.
You think you're just oh-so cute,
but we all see through your fake-tanned skin and overdose of mascara.
I know who you are,
and you're just as cute as mass genocide.
Bite your tongue this time dog,
because this time around,
your words are just deflected.
And mine are laced with cyanide.
Now take some time and wonder this,
why am I even wriing this song for you?
Honestly, in the end, you never really were anything special.
I'm sorry to say, but you deserve every. little. BIT. OF. THIS.
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Dear Ms. Majesty,
this is a song written especially for you.
I hope this night finds you on your own,
because when you hear these words,
I want you to think of me,
and curse. My. Name.
Flip me the bird, scream and shout,
cause tonight I'm not going to stop.
Bite your tongue this time,
because this time around,
you're face down.
And the gun is loaded.
Tie up your hair, smear on some blush,
do what it takes to cover up the hurt.
These are the days that even you don't want to be you.
What we had is done, and tonight's the night.
You're going to despise my very voice when we're through.
Bite your tongue this time,
because this time around,
you have no come backs.
And my words are sharp.
You're blowing this out of proportion dear.
This isn't a personal attack, this is man slaughter.
You think you're just oh-so cute,
but we all see through your fake-tanned skin and overdose of mascara.
I know who you are,
and you're just as cute as mass genocide.
Bite your tongue this time dog,
because this time around,
your words are just deflected.
And mine are laced with cyanide.
Now take some time and wonder this,
why am I even wriing this song for you?
Honestly, in the end, you never really were anything special.
I'm sorry to say, but you deserve every. little. BIT. OF. THIS.
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