Monday 27 July 2009

Love

Love is difficult
never the same
you love what you cant have
there is only yourself to blame

The times you shared
always seem the best
you only watched a film
went to bed in his vest

he will always think less
than you do about him
he probably never thinks of you
unless he wants to fill you to the brim

You may think hes the one
but he's probably not
actions are more than words
not counting him poking your slot

whatever he says
Its all a bunch of shit
you will never get a straight answer
hes the dictionary discription of the word git

I love you, i need you
fuck off mate
you fucked me over already
dont you think thats a bit late

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