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Hem
Contributed by
Levymetal
on
Monday, 8th January 2007 @ 10:33:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Smudged lips pressed against the glass fix
Seconds seem like hours as I watch her eyes kick
With one blow the room is poisoned by that laugh
I find myself wanting the drinks less mixed
Its like she sees you then loosens up her shirt
Sees me and thinks your down to flirt
I wonder-how long she thinks I ponder-
On then off that stone face she pouts and keeps that **** tangled in her mouth
I said you know me like you own me
And the lesser of the smoother skin will be so loney
If I make it a battle you wont be able to stay
But soon you'll find him hollow enough to phone me
Its like she sees you then unzips her skirt
Sees me as a hurdle she must hurt
I wonder-how long she thinks I ponder-
Cos its a lot more backstabbing then she probably often thinks of
Copyright ©
Levymetal
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2007-01-08 22:33:44] (Date/Time posted on
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