What You Do To Me

I wrote this while waiting for the bus to come after I had a highschool interview. The "cigarrettes beneath my feet" part came from all the cigarrettes I saw littering the sidewalk while standing at the bus stop. I'm kinda thinking the speaker in this poem could be Heero...but it'd be a very OOC Heero. I dunno. R/R!

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Why can't you be present,

As the years go by and by?

Why must I suffer?

Why must I die?

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You don't know what you do to me,

Your ears won't hear, your soul won't see,

Your heart is shieled, your eyes blind,

To all the pain you drill into me.

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To you I am nothing, if anything a bother,

You used to be my hero-

But you let me down.

You are to me what I am to you- a zero.

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I'm fighting to keep my grip strong,

But sooner or later I'll slip and I'll fall to my defeat

To the cigarette-littered ground

Beneath my feet.

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That's where I'll lay,

That's where I'll stay...

Until the day comes when you see,

What you do to me.

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No clue how I came up with this. Like it? Hate it? Want to whap me for trying to write a semi-GW poem-thing? Click the litte review box...it's down below this note somewhere... Hmm. I wonder where it is?

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