poem

Nov 06, 2005 15:09

how your lies sold land to my heart.
how you made sex more then a act.
it wasn't just art.
your touches meant more then a fuck.
Out of spite, or out of luck.
I made you mine,
the greatest love of all time.
happiness wasn't meant to last this long.
But the game of life wasnt supposed to be this easy.

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__in_my_dreams November 6 2005, 20:18:10 UTC
wow.
is that for vicky?

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brownie_love November 6 2005, 21:49:59 UTC
naw not really, its got nothing to do with her. its to someone else i guess.

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