Jay Loveless Poet I do not know?

1-15-10 Glocks and Blades

We are the pain girls, three to this day,
hurt by men, by b@stards who didnt see it our way,
three little girls, who dance with guns and blades,

Little blond, green eyes,
oh so softly at night she cries,
why did she drink so much,
still she remembers their love

Little tough brunet,
wont speak on her past till her death,
locks the pain so far away,
but the tears still hide inside

Little blue eyes, red head,
still sometimes shed rather be dead,
tries to hide her tears and fears,
yet she still sees him everywhere

Three little pain girls, who will we hurt back?
dancing with guns and knives, 
losing our sanity in the hurt,
and through the tears we laugh,

Three little pain girls, 
dancing with guns and blades,
will we cut and shoot ourselves, or them?
who will be alive or dead at the end of the day?

The three little pain girls, 
dancing with guns and blades,
flowers at our feet,
we dance with glocks and blades

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Poet Destroyer A April 6, 2010 at 11:00 AM This is a good one. A bit fun to read, with a little death added to it. I like them pigs.

Matthew Miles January 22, 2010 at 10:59 AM In the words of Mr T, I pity the fool who angers this Rain. A storm of pain will come his way. (I punned your name I'm so smart. OH HO.) Matt <3

Jay Loveless January 15, 2010 at 5:13 PM They are my friends and I. Brooke, Chelsey And Me. Thank You, Im Glad It Did.

G G January 15, 2010 at 4:01 PM who r they? did u dream them up? or just make them up? this poem really went to me