Then came the problem,
and you
became an asshole.
You
trying to play
all the games
all my lovers
have played before-
only,
they played them
better.
You are not good
in what you do
you lost your hand
in a fit
jealousy.
You called me a slut-
you had no right to.
You lost it
and managed
to offend me-
in a language
other than my own.
You have some
real
talent.
And I
am not
easily
offended.
I am not easily offended.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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2 comments:
he was like a piece of music
played poorly
out of melody
and rejected blues
Hahaha... do you know how much I love you?
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