Bad love

March 2, 2013
You push and pull all the way across the border
Tell me not to talk or I will feel the thunder
The lightening, the storm, the opposite of beauty
And from that I can tell what my imaginations tellin me
You got studs on your fingers
Waiting to pummel me
claws on your fingers that you filed sharp to mess with me
But listen to me
See the words in my eyes
That you are not strong if you tell yourself not to cry
Don't listen to that time bomb
Throwing insults in your heart
That tiny voice that tells you
To do the things that you should not
Like stayin up late on a school night for instance
Not doin your homework, or cheating on your girlfriend
So stop talkin that talk and walkin that walk
Listening to Rihanna, give her what she want
She don't want the D, she don't want yo bling
She don't want the chain that you wear when she's twerking
She's a woman
A high class bad b****
Give her no money just love with no damage

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I8Grass This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 18, 2013 at 4:47 pm
I always love when writers jumble two dollar words with slang. Feels more natural going down. Also makes the poem stick to your ribs.
insideTHEoutsideThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 31, 2014 at 12:40 pm
Yeah, like a spoken word kind of feel(:
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