you never gave a damn.


Frankly my dear

A love above all others
A feeling of equal trust
That is what you're choosing
while I am void of lust

You chose to be sweet lovers
with a lady who'd adjust
to in arguments be the losing
and to swallow her disgust

As you move between her covers
my wounds begin to crust
As the two of you lie snoozing
I prepare to thrust



Poetry by TomitaRiddle
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Written on 2011-08-16 at 19:16

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