But is that the truth or a dare?
You want to hold my body,
And run your fingers through my hair.
You Touch me as if you need me,
You pull me down to your bed.
But sadly and strangly,
Your not the only thing in my head.
For as you kiss me slowly,
I remember just one thing.
You not the man i love,
The one that means the most to me.
Now i don’t want you,
As much as you want me.
I stand up to say im sorry,
And how we could never be.
But scarily you get angry,
And start to tear at me shirt.
You decide to steal my virtue,
And leave me in a world of hurt.
Then roughly you pull away,
Get dressed and leave the room.
I find a knife and slit my wrists,
My being at its doom.
Pfffft. Dont listen to Prak with all his "reason" and "obvious familiarity with the Engilsh langauge"
BRAVO, ENCORE!
*Edited as not to offend "sensitive" people*
The emotion is there.That’s what you need to feel when you read a poem.
And mainly what Prak said
You suck!
I really liked it!
I LOL’d at this, probably ’cause it’s true.
PS i hope it Wasn’t a suicide note…