the lover
around noontime today you loved me
didnt you? arch my back like gumby
into your waist im lifted up like
the naughty little whore of a
secret lifestyle.and then you leave
ohh riiight i should
just get over it
nevermind then
*its always
DRAMA
with mewhat do you mean- theres nothing better to say
than maybe you’ll leave me alone.
did you know its why i cry; get the fuck outi hate me
under
you








Amanda – i like your poems. i just decided to leave a comment on this one because it reminded me of something. but the others are good, truthful. sometimes the former isn’t necessary, but the latter always is. anyway, thanks for coming round saturday. it’s good to hear of others in the area supporting this wounded expression. cheers. jeff
words are so cool.. .
thanks