O How I love thee; let me count the ways... Psh, ******** that, it wouldn't matter anyways. You're too busy holding hands with the girl next door. [If you only knew pink and pearls was just a day job.] Her curls float over your face when you kiss; too bad I noticed you pulling up the hood because they got annoying real quick. And that diamond forever you bought was from the wrong Jered. If you knew the difference between the way to a man's heart and to a woman's this wouldn't have happened. Tell me, is she aware how you threw stones at her window thinking it was mine that one night? And how you wrote, "What we have is real," to me? Yet you date her, walk her to class, pick her up and take back, all the while watching me. Damn how pitiful I must be.
Lovers Never Tell · Sun Nov 02, 2008 @ 05:03am · 0 Comments |