This poem is a little long but it's a true story, and worth the time. Please read it and tell me what you think by voting and commenting, it would mean alot.
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Also note that the sight would not let me use the words I did in my poem. So every time you come across the word 'girl', read it as a five letter word for a female dog. If you don't it takes away from the affect I was going for.
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I started to like you when I was fourteen,
this was around the time you stopped being so mean.
I saw one girl break your heart,
then with another girl a relationship did start.
Two years later that girl did the same thing,
and to your heart it was another sting.
A few months later we started to flirt,
and a few months later I was kicked to the dirt.
You were with this girl for only a short time,
then again you became mine.
That summer was the best that I ever knew,
and the whole reason was because of you.
But when September rolled around that year,
I guess your vision became unclear.
All I know is you got back with nappy,
and again I was left unhappy.
Then the next summer rolled around,
and without her you again were found.
Me and you just cuddled that summer,
but you still made my days and nights that much funner.
Then it became fall,
and back to her you did crawl.
Again I was left sad,
but this time I was also mad.
Now it was spring of 2005,
and my love for you was still alive.
I heard you say you were done with her,
and I thought that I could be your cure.
This summer we hung out almost every day,
and just as many night with you I did stay.
There were nights we chilled and nights we drank,
and I have no one else but you to thank.
I thank you for all of the smiles,
you made another summer more then worth wild.
I also thank you for pretending to care,
but sad to say my emotions you don't share.
Slowly summer is winding down,
and before fall hits with her I'm sure you'll be found.
This is the third time you've broken my heart,
my sadness and depression are soon to start.
There will be days and nights that I cry,
but I will still wish you were my guy.
Maybe next spring you'll some back to me,
I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
