think it's finish now
foolish me should cut a vain.
you're a victem, a victem of me,
i should've learned not to see.
bra came off with my dignity
panties stayed on with my dignity
heart broke and disapeared
with my dignity.
the touch, the smile, kisses all night long,
such a porn-kiss, such a fake don't deserve a song.
you know so much you don't have lisence to know,
you didn't get it, that this whore needs love.
I wanted love, truth and crazyness,
you couldn't have given me less.
I wanted you to make up your mind,
but I couldn't find mine
Didn't need answer of words, you did say
yes at night, and no at day.
I thougt they said you were bad cause they couldn't see,
the one of you only I saw, they didn't see how good you could be.
Now I know that it was me who were blind,
who tought that love were hidden behind.
I don't wanna blame you anymore, for anything,
maybe I could accept that it was all just a fling.
Maybe we could be friends again some day,
if nothing else, we could find a way.
Just hang out and laugh like we used to,
and I would try not to throw myself at you.
Poetry by Polly
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Written on 2007-07-19 at 22:34
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I guess I misunderstood again,foolish me should cut a vain.
you're a victem, a victem of me,
i should've learned not to see.
bra came off with my dignity
panties stayed on with my dignity
heart broke and disapeared
with my dignity.
the touch, the smile, kisses all night long,
such a porn-kiss, such a fake don't deserve a song.
you know so much you don't have lisence to know,
you didn't get it, that this whore needs love.
I wanted love, truth and crazyness,
you couldn't have given me less.
I wanted you to make up your mind,
but I couldn't find mine
Didn't need answer of words, you did say
yes at night, and no at day.
I thougt they said you were bad cause they couldn't see,
the one of you only I saw, they didn't see how good you could be.
Now I know that it was me who were blind,
who tought that love were hidden behind.
I don't wanna blame you anymore, for anything,
maybe I could accept that it was all just a fling.
Maybe we could be friends again some day,
if nothing else, we could find a way.
Just hang out and laugh like we used to,
and I would try not to throw myself at you.
Poetry by Polly
Read 579 times
Written on 2007-07-19 at 22:34
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