Your Poetry Dot Com - Screw You (In a More Elegant Format)

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You swept up my life, left me fishing aimlessly
I'm lost here without you, stricken and alone
But wait, is that a ringing I hear on the phone?

I dart to its side, breath fleeing in a gust
I halt just long enough to appear nonplussed
I pat my hair down to mask its disarray
But when I pick up it's not you who says, "Hey!"

The ground sweeps up to meet me, and I to it
To a doleful fit, myself I submit
Is this my sweet end, the cruel world begone?
No longer a living facade to dawn?

My death is not nigh, though, I'm happy to tell
Without you, I'm not fixed in some ever-burning hell
In fact, I'm quite happy without your foul stench
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Screw You (In a More Elegant Format)
Date: Sunday, 5th June 2011 @ 07:55:51 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Song_of_Sarah

Weeping my eyes out, heart wrenched painfully
You swept up my life, left me fishing aimlessly
I'm lost here without you, stricken and alone
But wait, is that a ringing I hear on the phone?

I dart to its side, breath fleeing in a gust
I halt just long enough to appear nonplussed
I pat my hair down to mask its disarray
But when I pick up it's not you who says, "Hey!"

The ground sweeps up to meet me, and I to it
To a doleful fit, myself I submit
Is this my sweet end, the cruel world begone?
No longer a living facade to dawn?

My death is not nigh, though, I'm happy to tell
Without you, I'm not fixed in some ever-burning hell
In fact, I'm quite happy without your foul stench
So, so-long and screw you, if you'll pardon my French.

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