This Is You
by Help_ME Feb 6, 2006
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Pick up the phone becuz i am all alone i am getting sick of your diry games you are bringing me to much pain i know i will miss you but i cant stand to kiss you i smell her perfuime and see her make up and you come back and clean it up i dont understand you any more so why cant i just shut the door? it hurts to much to feel your touch so please just leave |
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18 years ago
by K
That was a nice poem. Short but powerfull points made in each line. I definately loved the end. Keep it up!
