Pleader

Pleader

A Poem by dread or dismay.
"

A dedication.

"

P.L.E.A.D.E.R

~              ~

 

 

 

 

You give you're self up so pleadingly,

Just so begging for attention,

Selling you're self up so cheaply.

 

How harsh from a mere friends eyes,

Watching it arise, just so sickly,

I couldn't do a thing.

 

You seem to want it,

You say you wouldn't dare accept it,

Such a sheer lie.

Damn offering you that?!

 

You sheer pleader,

So wanting, so begging,

Letting him do that to you?!

Dishonour!

No respect, you seem to have.

 

You say its all okay,

You think its fine, not hurting you,

So selfishly,

Have you ever thought it hurts me?!

 

Sucking it all up,

like a daily dose?!

Letting him treat you like that?!

 

Have you ever thought,

Why, or if, He truely likes you for who you are?!

No guts to end it all?!

 

-- A View from you're friend,

Not weary, but terrified.

 

-- M3R#

 

 

© 2008 dread or dismay.


Author's Note

dread or dismay.
This poem, as some recent one's i've been making, are my old ones, remebered. This one once again, is a dedacation. This one's to a couple of my friends, three, to be exact. The first parts about one friend, and so forth. Luff you all! :)

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I remember this!
I'm the middle part right?

Things have definetly changed since then, eh?

Posted 11 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I remember this!
I'm the middle part right?

Things have definetly changed since then, eh?

Posted 11 Years Ago



Oh wonderful one of your best in my opinion. it left me on the edge of my seat and i could actually read it without squinting my eyes.


xoxoxoxoxoxox

-Queenie-

Posted 11 Years Ago



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