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I Will Be Better
Robert Hawkins
I will be better in dying.
I was slow and so sad.
A fool crying when there was no one home inside.
Just a fool crying no one cares about tears.
Now that you have found me.
Never will you see tears of mine.
Put your arms around me cooing soft words.
I'll die first before weeping weary tears once more.
Oh so I might be slow.
I'll take a woman.
And I'll rip her apart with words.
I will be better.
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bobby
note; sorry but as I told Emily Reeve the poem exudes.
And,,, I'm damn good at it. Bobby
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: