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: YOUR NOT HIM
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on Wednesday, April 13 @ 22:36:25 UTC
Maria writes:: " I FEEL I COULD KILL YOU RIGHT HERE IN MY BED,
I FEEL I COULD SPIT ON YOUR HUGE BALDY HEAD,
ALTHOUGH NOT YOUR FAULT, YOU DONT MAKE IT EASY,
WHEN YOU CLIMB ON TOP OF ME AND MAKE ME FEEL QUEEZY,
I CLOSE MY EYES TIGHTLY, TRY TO PICTURE HIS FACE,
BUT YOU KEEP INTERUPTING WITH YOUR MEGA FAST PACE,
I CANT PICTURE HIS FACE COS ILL SAY HIS NAME,
CANT DO THIS NO MORE, COS ILL GO INSANE,
STOP SAYING YOU LOVE ME,
I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT,
DONT GIVE ME YOUR HEART, DONT WANNA BE NEAR IT,
I WANTED HIS HEART A LONG TIME AGO, BUT NO, HE DIDNT RETURN THE AFFECTION ID SHOW,
AND NOW IM WITH YOU BUT I CANT LET GO... "
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Re: YOUR NOT HIM (Score: 0)
by Anonymous on Thursday, April 14 @ 07:50:39 UTC | oh MY GOD.
Have you been inside of my head? I swear you are spying on me. You feel the exact same way I do. Sad, huh? |
Re: YOUR NOT HIM (Score: 1)
by stillgogo (stillgogo@cs.com) on Friday, April 15 @ 01:16:45 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | | the poem it self is good and the subject is somthing alot of people could relate too...not trying to be mean by saying this but did you ever think the person laying next to you is in the same place you once where...unwanted and used...best thing to do for another person sometimes is to let them go sooner then later..gives them back the time youd have wasted k/w Penny |
Re: YOUR NOT HIM (Score: 1)
by Marianne on Sunday, April 17 @ 07:39:26 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | I FEEL I COULD KILL YOU RIGHT HERE IN MY BED,
I FEEL I COULD SPIT ON YOUR HUGE BALDY HEAD
these two lines made me laugh so much. what a horribly contrived rhyme? also i thought the poem was pretty bad really. just not particularly good. |
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