That Evil Emily
Are you imagining me late at night,
About how you didnt treat me right.
We both knew eachothers desire,
But I held back and quelled my fire.
Because I wanted something more than,
Than taking a little girl from her man.
It was our hour of long talks,
It was this night after night of walks.
Those times I saw you cry,
Oh those times I wished he would die.
For making you feel like a lil lap dog,
A poor lil girl who got lost in the fog.
I tried to help you out everytime but,
I only offered a hand but it was my wrist you cut.
I was content with just being your friend,
But that wasn't were you wanted it to end.
You desired more and refused to concede,
And deep inside my broken heart I agreed.
Because I could treat you better than he ever did,
But I was worried cause I saw you as innocent and just a kid.
And I couldn't believe that someone like me could get so lucky,
But it turned bad just cause I didn't let you f*ck me.
Now I am the b*st*rd again,
Yeah, just a stalker with a plan.
A little selfish man,
And thats what you told the judge then.
That you were afraid of what I might do,
As if I could ever hurt you.
You, the last person I tried to give my heart,
A person just like the rest, you tore that hope apart.
And even now I don't wish you to die,
And I admit that a few nights, I did cry.
Wishing I had done everything right,
But I suppose its not worth the fight.
Cause someone like me wanting someone like her,
Can never and will never have a happily ever after.
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Submitted on August 20, 2013
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
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Words | 302 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 36 |
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