Less of a Cheesy Pop Song.

Less of a Cheesy Pop Song.

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

I need you here with me,

I can't go on without you,

ETC ETC.

 

You've got to

Reach

An ultimatum,

And we've got

To make this

Sound

Like

Less of a cheesy

Pop song.

'Cause you're

Better than the rest

(Cause in the end there's

Not much

That we can

Really do)

 

But you've

Got to

Hold out

For a

Bit of

Tea and sympathy

(Cheese and empathy

Romeo and Juliet)

 

(I like

The

Goatee

You added

To the mirror man)

 

 

Didn't you know (?)

You're better

Than the

Rest?

And that

Was better than

Normal, annoyingly.

 

And now I'm

Lamenting

Losing you

(Right in the middle of it all)

You make it

Worse by

Claiming it's

Not true.

 

 

My fingers are

Stumbling

As I

(Reach for you,)

Type

You Bat me away)

You're trying to reach an

Ultimatum,

 

I'd like to

(Be a)

Fly.

 

 

I try to tell you it’s all been a lie,

Make your choice easier

(Choose me,

Duh)

(Please)

 

 

But

 

You tell me

You love me

That’s it's you

Not me.

And I cry

(You kiss away my tears)

Because I

Know

It was always

You

(And her)

Not me.

(And I live for moments like this.)

 

(We always knew it was going to end with this cliché didn't we.)

 

Push me (you)

To fall,

But,

 

You (I) can’t fall

'Cause we already

Fell,

But I can

Get up again

And push her (you)

Down.

(Then I'll jump,

And we'll (all) be together)

 

(All these f*****g clichés lies)

© 2009 Beatrice Mars


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love this:

Thats it's you
Not me.
And I cry
Because I
Know
It was always
You
(and her)
Not me.

(unsurprisingly) really great poem :)



Posted 14 Years Ago



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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

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I'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..

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