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Pulling off you,
like silk covered honey,
poor little baby.
Blood soaked tile,
girlfriend holding on to the phone,
trying to remember to breath.
Sucks always having,
sacrifice everything everyone,
for overzealous controlling.
Is it truly really worth it?
Dear poor little boy.
You can never break her hold,
back and forth you go.
She has you plastered all over her wall,
Is pixilized sex really worth it?
Poor ten-inched man.
No one stands there,
she is all yours,
everyones has left that you use to run and talk to.
The spider has you in her web,
Sorry old friend but,
your not worth it.
Never again,
deceived by you.
I won't be your little sacrificing lamb,
played this game once before, remember?
Too much dirty laundry stands in the way,
if she really knew the truth,
how many times you did you bounce between beds?
Will it run her insecurity meter off the chart?
Does it feel good,
knowing the b***h made,
your friend turn away?
I am not jelious of her,
instead I smile and laugh.
Oh your poor little man.
Soon he will be done with you,
ignorance is bliss,
you will be together but alone.
 SaraWhiteWolf · Sun Oct 05, 2008 @ 07:47pm · 0 Comments |
