It was suppose to be great..
Who would of thought;
that we'd grow to dread this date.
We said "Oh man, I can't wait."
I'm not even sure why we even bothered to consider it fate.
Oh well, supposibly now I'm "too late."
Who cares, its not even an official date...
You know what,
Don't talk to me.
But oh wait,
before you leave..
Don't forget how much you meant to me before this date...
January, I mean.
Some say it was over-rated.
Well I think it'll just be out dated.
Like sour milk that should have been refridgerated,
I'll spit you out and admit that I hate it.
- Title: January...
- Artist: slut flavoured barbie
- Description: This is a poem I wrote back in January, it was about something that happened to me... So just comment & rate.
- Date: 09/19/2009
- Tags: january
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