Torque

by Iola   Aug 21, 2008


Torn, turned, tormented, tame
Your story no longer the same
I am simply not dealing with pain
The starter but never the main

Taken, tired, trusted, tested
My voice has not manifested
I hold a heart that has not rested
A soul that can never be nested

Teased, taped, twisted, told
Your promises are getting old
No longer do you want to hold
Onto a skin that is just too cold

Teary, tasteless, tangy, teen
Thinking of what I have seen
Recalling what could have been
I am experiencing life as mean

Tricked, trimmed, trapped, toast
Burned so that you can boast
Lying next to my very own ghost
Knowing I am what you love most

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