I've watched you play the girls,
But this time you've sworn your love to me.
Do you really have a soft side?
Or am I just the same?
You talk with them a week or two,
And you walk away without shame.
Am I a different case?
Or am I just better game?
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Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
