MADE TO BE THROWN AWAY: Lie to me again/ say you'd care if i never returned/ i know it is not true/ but at least i can go to sleep happy/ my medicated self-homicide/ shall be a dream in which/ cotton candy clouds rain lemonade/ my rabid sheep wears a wolf's clothing/ and is devoured by bunnies./ "i love you..."/ stab me in the heart with the knife you hold/ it hurts enough without it/ plus i really don't care anymore/ dipping my quill into my vein/ tapping into my soul to write with emotion/ (these rose-red tears of despair)/ "i love you..."/ lines filling up with shallow words/ there's no depth to them/ unlike my eyes... this void runs deep in my brain/ whisper in my ear that you'll never leave me/ then walk away, and disappear around the bend/ "sleep tight my love; you'll be heartened to know/ I'm screaming now..."
©Julie Pyle, 2005
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