I thought that I knew,
which one was to be you,
but the more that I learned,
the more the f*cking knife turned.

It spun and it dug,
into my spine, it was snug.
Now that I know what is true,
I never really knew you.

You tried to make light,
of all the things in my life,
but just to my suspicion,
it was only your cruel hearted intentions.

You never wanted me,
or cared for me to be happy.
You sucubis whore,
It is you I abhore.

The things in my life,
that I love deep and whole-hearted,
you are not one,
for in my mind you're departed...

awwwwwwwwww

Plenty of fish out there...

Very discriptive poem...

wow thanks for sharing

anything for you blue!

hey, isn't there a site out there called that, awwwh, forget it....


Nice touch DadnMe