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Broken, you are Sir

I will compare you to my Father Not because I'm impressed Not because I'm depressed Or, feel empty without it I do care, but you're getting on my nerves! Nagging about how I'm your life I don't buy it I don't want it It's no good to me Would I buy a broken guitar? would it play my favorite songs without strings? It's broken Fix it then and stop complaining! But, you won't, Full of promises They're all lies and they're said to my innocent eyes Can you stop! That lock near your breast does haunt me It doesn't come with a key I wish it did!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 2/1/2013 9:57:00 AM
Very telling piece. I used to be this broken person. Thanks for sharing a piece of you.
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Date: 8/25/2012 1:44:00 PM
Awesome verse, I really enjoyed it. Very poetic, hot piece. Always, Laura
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