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I'm more Christian now
than during Sunday School,
though I still don't believe in your God.


Your silver car with golden slumbers;
passed out on the fold down chair.
Drive-in movie theater;
(ice cream before you take me home.
I depend on you taking me home.)

I'm more deviant now
than during Summer School,
though I still have yet to fail a class.


(A garden), an ex-boyfriend,
visiting him in the towers;
conversations on the internet.
(You should have listened to me,
you should have given it to me.)

When we were younger
you couldn't wait for it to end,
but I still got anxious
when it started back up again.

Eighteen days, (you're only 18)
twenty-five left for you,
(and I act like I'm twenty-nine),
My second year, your first,
(I wanted to be your(s) first.)

We'll be there in under a month.

When we were younger
you couldn't wait for it to end,
but I still got anxious
when it started back up again.

Now we're in college
we both cannot wait for it to begin
and I still get that anxious feeling
when I get to see your face again.

Beginning of the end,
we love each other, but we're just friends.
A diamond in hand, a tail between legs.
We love each other, we're the best of friends
and it will never end.
Lord Gold feeds from your orifices and he wants to see you sweat.
Lord Gold probes you publicly and makes your pussy wet.
Now say his name.....
#2
This poem was great until the last two stanzas, as they didn't seem to fit well with the other stanzas. The second to last wasn't really that bad on second thought, it was more the very last. The sophistication kinda fell away and it made it disconnected from the whole. Overall, good piece though