found these in word, some are good but others sucks. Constructive criticizm only please.
Life is a b*tch,
Especially when you have an itch,
Everyone sucks,
Cause the shoot ducks,
The devils reign,
Wont be in vain,
Because life is a b*tch.
When he comes to rule,
All will drool,
Cause his sight,
Is one of fright,
Well try to flee,
But he will see,
That life is a b*tch.
All the torture,
Hidden in the orchard,
All we do is cry,
We dont even try,
Serving him for life,
Is a life of strife,
CAUSE LIFE IS A B*TCH!
The defining shrill sound of your voice make my ears bleed,
You watch the blood run down my face,
You sit and say, oh my god.
I feel my heart start to race.
The rose you gave me still had thorns,
And as I grip it tight,
The blood runs down my hand,
And your face is in my sight.
Im put to sleep, but then wake up,
And youre the one I see,
You say, Im sorry for all Ive done!
And I say, Youre not for me.
You turn and walk away,
And I go back to sleep,
You come back in the room,
And bow down at my feet.
You wake me up, and choose to say,
Im loving you once more.
As I sit and look you in the eyes, this is what I say,
You caused my pain and suffering, and look Im feeling poor!
When ere I want to paint a picture your all that I see
When ever I try to write I wish you were here with me
But all my anger and all my stress is dwelled up within me
And all I want is to have you beside me
But when its all said and done
And all the roses fall
Ill never forget you baby
For youre the one I love!
There they are, flames are accepted as constructive criticizm. I'll post more poetry when they come.
Life is a b*tch,
Especially when you have an itch,
Everyone sucks,
Cause the shoot ducks,
The devils reign,
Wont be in vain,
Because life is a b*tch.
When he comes to rule,
All will drool,
Cause his sight,
Is one of fright,
Well try to flee,
But he will see,
That life is a b*tch.
All the torture,
Hidden in the orchard,
All we do is cry,
We dont even try,
Serving him for life,
Is a life of strife,
CAUSE LIFE IS A B*TCH!
The defining shrill sound of your voice make my ears bleed,
You watch the blood run down my face,
You sit and say, oh my god.
I feel my heart start to race.
The rose you gave me still had thorns,
And as I grip it tight,
The blood runs down my hand,
And your face is in my sight.
Im put to sleep, but then wake up,
And youre the one I see,
You say, Im sorry for all Ive done!
And I say, Youre not for me.
You turn and walk away,
And I go back to sleep,
You come back in the room,
And bow down at my feet.
You wake me up, and choose to say,
Im loving you once more.
As I sit and look you in the eyes, this is what I say,
You caused my pain and suffering, and look Im feeling poor!
When ere I want to paint a picture your all that I see
When ever I try to write I wish you were here with me
But all my anger and all my stress is dwelled up within me
And all I want is to have you beside me
But when its all said and done
And all the roses fall
Ill never forget you baby
For youre the one I love!
There they are, flames are accepted as constructive criticizm. I'll post more poetry when they come.
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