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[title] => That I really am........
[time] => 2006-03-29 22:26:49
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[bodytext] => you with your black heart and emerald eyes you with that transparent smile that doesn't reach your eyes I hope i burn myself into your memory like a scar from boiling oil... That you see my name on road signs and magazines and women you lust after That for once in your life you regret something... I was blinded, distracted lulled by exciting tales believable lies and fast cars... If i'm nice, if i take it, if i do as he wants he'll always love me... playing jesus and mother theresa to a man twice my age Fooling myself pressing self destruct ..yet again light vs. dark bad boy/good girl opposites attract was i too much for you? All tight leather see through lace red lipstick long curls Whorish suspenders (like a trussed up turkey..) did it hurt your ego that people knew my name and not yours? that you weren't by far my best lay? or maybe it was That i didn't need you for your fast cars or your exciting tales I didn't need you at all.... That really I am All Pyjamas odd socks no make up shakespeare and hugs You said I was an enigma, If I'm really honest you were always an open book to me.. So why is it then that i still want to burn myself onto your memory like a scar from boiling oil... that I hope that you see my name on road signs and magazines and women you lust after And That for once in your life you regret something...? [comments] => 4 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 43 [informant] => summer [notes] => |||||||Edited for spelling, as requested. ♦Moderator_14♦||||||| [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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