you meet me there,
say you're sorry,
i say so...
you say it over.
she pops out,
with that other girl,
im outta there,
dont want to deal with the pain again.
i run over to the closest house,
where friends are ready,
to claw your eyes out,
but i might not want to.
i might like you,
i might not,
but tell me the truth.
do you?
1 comment:
thanks for the comment... i'm glad you liked it. ^^ this poem (?) is very understandable... i mean, the part, "she pops out, with that other girl, im outta there..." though what we mean may varie a lot in a way... i understand. yea, and the last part, too. i like it. but i noticed that these days, we both write about friendships a lot. doncha think?
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