Lying sack of shit...

Mar 09, 2003 21:33

.... he didn't have to lie to me. I would be perfectly fine with this situation, him getting a new girl friend and all....except for the pack of fuckin' lies he told me when he broke up with me. "I don't want, and don't need a girlfriend right now." WTF? Then what do you call Jennifer dumbass? "I want to be free my Senior year." WTF? Do you call that being free and single? HA! Very funny! Poor Jennifer. She's such a nice girl. I hope he doesn't do this shit to her too. I hate to say it, but now that i think back..... i didn't love him. I never loved him! I don't give a shit anymore. All i care about is getting together with Kenny. Kenny is all i need, and i've loved him since i can remember. If only i could see him more often.... Here is a poem deticated to him.....

A Silver Lining

I gave into the scum,
I made him think he’d won,
What a fool was I,
For being so blind?
I can’t believe I didn’t see,
The jerk standing right in front of me,
Why did I give into this boy,
Who treated me like a little toy?

There is no joy in this folly,
For a girl who was thrown for a loop,
In a thing we call love,
Because, why should there be joy,
When there is no sun?
Why should I be happy,
When there is no fun?
Why don’t I just pull out my gun?

Because… in this rash haste,
There is a silver lining…
A man of men who is brightly shining,
In my dreams and in my heart,
It would kill me if he couldn’t or wouldn’t be apart,
Of my love,
As in… I love him,
I’d do anything for him.

If only It were shone,
The love that he possesses,
The burning desire for his love,
Would be shone by thine own kisses,
How long I’d dwell in his arms,
With warmth all around me,
I wouldn’t want to leave his side,
Until the world stands still and lets us be.

Minutes pass, hours fly,
So I’d be there with my love,
Staring at the starry sky,
And my last breathe taken on this night,
Would be by his gentle kiss,
And finally I’d sleep in a peaceful bliss….

Kinda corny.... but it's from the heart.
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