Ripped

by Ashamed   Nov 23, 2004


1. She was beautiful and nice, sexy and stuff,
2. She smiled and cared and was what I loved most,
3. With her pretty green eyes I didn’t want anything more,
4. Yet for me this was a dream and ended in been tore.

5. The happiness existed and felt like a dream,
6. My hopes and wishes were her it would seem,
7. But little did I know it could make things worse,
8. Why did it feel like I was in a curse?

9. The pain of the end, rips and tears,
10. It hurts like torture; it’s just not fair,
11. It makes me bleed it makes me cry,
12. And really makes me want to die.

13. Every second spent with her was a second I thought was fate,
14. Now every second I spent with her, was a second, I now hate.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Ashamed

    I originally wrote it in word using numbers to show it was a sonnet... just didn't remove them really.