His feet are on my bum
And his bed smells like Jesse Bradford dog
And he always has half eaten packets of chips
Tied up with rubber bands
And it breaks my heart in two
To see him do this
But my heart will stay broken
FOREVER
He will never change
He is "eating pizza shapes" with another woman
"Killers, killers", they chant
He laughs and eats
And breaks my heart in four
He offers me "pizza shapes"
And I cry
Dog smell bed
Why me, why?
He breaks my heart in six and eight!
I cry
Fin.
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2 comments:
hmmm i wonder who "he" is in that poem.
lol
why do the word verification letters have to be all weird so you cant tell properly what certain letter are. dammit
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