• while you were with me....
    i was happy....
    when you left me....
    i was crappy...
    when you took me back...
    It was working...
    after awhile i was hurting.....
    then you left me.....
    and i was breaking...
    i saw you with her...
    she was crying...
    i went home...
    i was dying....
    i met him
    now this poem...
    is about them....
    where is love..
    will it ever work...
    i guess not...
    oo a fork!!!! ^-^




    sorry i like forks.....
    SPOONS ARE BETTER!!
    especialy rusty ones..... ^vv^