A stolen gift

by greenmunky   May 22, 2006


What happened that night
was supposed to be forgotten
but on my mind
is all it's been

it had left my mind
wntil he reminded me
I've never felt like this
with such misery

I thought he liked me
but he's such a stupid boy
he couldv'e had me
but he used me like a toy

he felt my skin
and it feels pretty real
I guess he felt plastic
yet I haven't healed

he took my gift
and I'll never get it back
oh, and one more thing...
his name was matt.

this is for the anuses like him
who steal things very precious and valuable
learn to be a gentleman
and always remember the golden rule....

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