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Carly Button Poem
Pain, Pain, Pain
Carly Button
Sit up in his bed and breaks the alarm
blood flows to the brain and he tries to stay calm
but the pain doesn't go away that quick in the morning
even on the inside the rain begins pouring
and the lights are off but they're on in the mind
Of the man who devoted two years to a lie
On his face he feels every kiss, knows every line
Bruises on a heart that has grown smaller than mine
Eyes that dance with memories hard to forget
Black spot on the white page of love and regret
No matter how hard he tries, they stay on his mind
Images of a happiness it took them years to find
Every kiss they stole under the midnight sun
Every time he looked at her and said “you’re the one”
Spun a dagger of pain that tore at his chest
Like a demon that had no reason to rest
She would be happier with him, he tried to think
He tossed away her picture and poured another drink
Who was he kidding, there was no life without her
His life was a disease, and there was only one cure
So he stepped on the chair with the rope on his neck
And wrote a letter to the girl that he could never forget
With hands behind his back and a soul done crushing
He said goodbye to a world that gave him absolutely nothing.
Copyright © Carly Button | Year Posted 2015
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Carly Button Poem
White Rain
Carly Button
They say they wanna live my lifestyle but is that what it’s about?
smoking in the kitchen as I kiss my mommas mouth
haven’t seen dad in a week now he’s passed out on the couch
only opens eyes to watch my sisters titties bounce
I grab him by the cheeks and he doesn't reply
is it true, did you lie, bitch look in my eyes
moneys gone faster than you can say hi
Daddy’s locked up in the cellar, no way he’s getting better
Left me and my mom and one single letter
A kingdom of powder where now I was the queen
and a field of subjects notorious for getting mean
I was the heir to a throne where I couldn’t say no
And a job that even if I tried I couldn’t let go
cocaine had suddenly became the lead on the stage
the key to a game that he had left me to play
hiding secrets and lies like a fugitive in my mind
A dark chapter unfolding in the book of my life
I had dreams of one day becoming an author
now i’m sitting in my kitchen cooking crystals in a saucer
you wanna live my lifestyle, try living in fear
that one day a pop
will be the last thing you hear.
Copyright © Carly Button | Year Posted 2015
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