Cast iron strong heart
Resides within me most parts
When you tinker, it purrs
Fights the battle you lure
Do you have to play games
Confuse my feelings this way
Banish me in tall towers
Then rescue me -at other hours
Always on your terms
Leaves me nothing, but yearn
How this torments -do you know?
Your absence kills -I say no
~ Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 26.02.2013
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#Worldsapart #FridayFun Artist, Writer, Poet -above all a humanbeing trying to find a way in this world by keeping to morals values and ethics as a guide to do good. YA writer & author of a selection of short stories, flash fictions, poems & blog articles. I'm here to share my work & cascading thoughts, be it through blogs or comments on posts you share. I blog at http://www.yikici.co.uk/recent-news I'm contactable through: Twitter: ozlemyikici kik: doodllz my imagery can be sighted here: Instagram: yikici and on my blog http://www.yikici.co.uk wattpad: yikici
It's a game, this thing we do, Where we're more than friends, Less than lovers, Who knows these days. The line has become so blurred, Hard to judge, Where one roll of the dice begins, And another...
You're just a toy. A novelty. You're senseless, useless. Mean nothing to me. You're just a lost puppy. Trotting at my side. No matter how I kick you. You never run and hide. I take advantage of you.
You were there to catch me To cushion my fall When he pushed me of the cliff. But now you've fallen too And I'm not there to help you. I won't be, I can't be even of I wanted to.
Does it make me so very bad, To string you along, just to be glad. I know your weakness is me, Am I mean not to let you be.
I step into the shower, Trying to wash your trace off Even after months, But no amount of physical cleansing will purge you from my mind. The boy who threatened suicide when I left.
Love struck. Hit so hard. A stroke of luck. Let me feel. She's dry as stone. Makes me feel all alone. Desperate for a reaction. Want her to feel something. She feels nothing. Cold as a corpse.
Hey Ms high and mighty. Would you kiss me back if I asked politely. You call me monthly, but I need you nightly. I've done just about everything to make you like me.
It takes two to Tango and you lead the dance, I simply followed your lead, at first it was willingly, rightfully, happily, trustfully, lovingly, blindly...
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