You Left

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You ripped the buttons on my blouse

And you tore my new panties right down the middle

You left hickeys all around my body

And I was sore

My lips bled

And my bed was bloodied

My neck had bite marks

And my chest too

You loved me so well

But when I woke up

I couldn't tell you that I loved you

Because you weren't there

You left.

Poetry for Cody SimpsonDonde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora