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O How I love thee;
let me count the ways...
Psh, ******** that,
it wouldn't matter anyways.
You're too busy holding hands
with the girl next door.
[If you only knew pink
and pearls was just a day job.]
Her curls float over your face
when you kiss;
too bad I noticed you pulling
up the hood because they
got annoying real quick.
And that diamond forever
you bought was from the
wrong Jered. If you knew
the difference between
the way to a man's heart
and to a woman's this
wouldn't have happened.
Tell me, is she aware
how you threw stones
at her window thinking it
was mine that one night?
And how you wrote,
"What we have is real," to me?
Yet you date her, walk her to
class, pick her up and take
back, all the while watching me.
Damn how pitiful I must be.
 Lovers Never Tell · Sun Nov 02, 2008 @ 05:03am · 0 Comments |
