You're So 713


  • Anger

    You're So 713

    I hope by now you noticed how “happy” I am
    With all my great friends and family
    And all my fucking money
    Oh what a beautiful life, you tell me beautiful eyes
    I must be somewhere not thinking about you
    Sipping on champagne at one of those dinner parties we used to go to
    And all I care is about women
    And all I think about is beer and vicodin
    And all I want in life is attention, isn’t that right?

    You don’t just fall out of love
    Something set you off
    Something your self proclaimed bible taught wasn’t right,
    Don’t tell me its all-fucking-right
    Because its not


    If I know one thing, this is it
    I used to think I was the one who was selfish
    What you call life is bullshit
    And If I had one fucking wish
    I already blew it hoping you'd open your eyes 

    So open your eyes beautiful eyes
    Make like fire and melt through my ice
    I thought you knew me better than I
    So get off the pedestal; I didn’t know you to lie
    Someone who was so modest is now such a hot mess

    You are so ironically ironic
    And I still am the same passionate person you fell in love with


    And you can’t just fall out of love,

    Something set you off,

    Something your self proclaimed bible taught wasn’t right,

    Don’t tell me its all-fucking-right,

    Because its not

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    optimistic commented on You're So 713


    A lot of Anger and frustration towards the Miss, sometimes it can be a bother keep writing.

    jademelissa74 commented on You're So 713


    This was very thought-provoking. The passionate frustration is very well portrayed. I can appreciate the acceptance of what ever excuse she gave you. :)) Great job!

    swashington commented on You're So 713



    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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