Used Poems Sold at Half Price

Liar
In a Rut
I Like Juice
Color Gaurd
Suicide Girl
Needy
Pussy
Blech
Underneath the Moon
Through the Door
Amazing
And So I Thought
Escape the Shame
Why So Glum, Chum?
I Wish I'd Kissed You
Not Much
Self-Pity
Better off as Friends
The Foolishness of Thinking
Never Enough
Played
Her Trudy
The Thin Red Line
Pretty Baby
Bi-Polar
Advice for the Ages
Prose




PLAYED

Why can't it be a callous thing
A separation of belongings
Why does my soul have to bleed
Why can't I have the one thing I need

She doesn't want to hold me
She doesn't really care
She doesn't have a heart
To her I'm not here

Why did she have to tell me she didn't want me
Why did this have to be
Why is the longing all I feel
Why did she tell me I'm not real

CHORUS

I want to stop hating
I want to stop the hurt
I want to stop the tearing
Of my soul into shreds

Why did I have to lose her
Why did I mean so little
Why did I have to die
Why do I have to go







Melukar@attbi.com


Copyright 2001 Trudy Smock