#1
c4c

Don't go. I can't apologize enough for last night.
I know. That's just what I came up with last time.
You're probably thinking what am I doing here,
Still; it's not how it used to be.

I woke up this morning to an empty space,
And I suppose at this rate,
I better get used to that feeling,
Unless I change.

I know. How much you miss the old times.
When you made me late so we could just stay home instead,
and talk about about how happy you thought we could be,
In two years maybe 3.
Are you still happy?

I woke up this morning to an empty space,
And I suppose at this rate,
I better get used to that feeling,
Unless I change.

Or just reverse it round,
Because you said I've become a different person,
So before this situation worsens,
I should think about my next few steps,
I can see cracks forming...
Last edited by 1anbrown at Oct 11, 2009,
#3
Women: do we need 'em?!



Eh, so you'd rather we all writhed around covered in baby oil in a paddling pool? All our bits rubbing against each other, with a big hairy arse in your face.

Wat.


The poem (?) was all right, the rhythm in:

I woke up this morning to an empty space,
And I suppose at this rate,
I better get used to that feeling,
Unless I change.


... is satisfying
Better than Jesus, Megatron and T-Rex combined.

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This ^ is why I'm right.