Girls
Simple times for difficult mindsA constant construction of feeling.
She enters your mind
For the very last time
And you don't know what to believe in.
It's a cause and effect
A chip trick at it's best
Only she controls to what extreme's end.
For you buddy all is lost
You suffered the cost
Do not fret for she did not mean it.
It is you who is gone
Whether right, whether wrong
And that,
Is what you get for thinking with your penis
Poetry by AZ
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Written on 2005-10-12 at 14:46
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