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Doormat
You called,
I answered.
You cried,
I cried with you.
You beckoned and
I came running.
You call,
I'm busy.
You cry,
I laugh.
You beckon and
I say fuck you.
I answered.
You cried,
I cried with you.
You beckoned and
I came running.
You call,
I'm busy.
You cry,
I laugh.
You beckon and
I say fuck you.
Published 4th Jun 2011
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24th Nov 2011 5:44pm
I remembet the first time I read this; talk about a piece of art speaking out.
24th Nov 2011 5:45pm
24th Nov 2011 8:02pm
Haha, I kinda feel bad about it now considering who it's about... but it helped me write a pretty good poem. XD I'll just have to make sure she never finds out it was about her.
24th Jan 2015 1:38am
