Look. Honestly...
I think that you are cool
I guess you're kinda fly
But really, your not my type of guy
You think touching any girl is an appropriate type of thing
But in reality, they dont want your ding a ling
I'm tired of your crap. I'm tired of your bull.
So go ahead and pay me in full
For the times you kept on touching me
Boy, I'm not free
And no, I'm not for sale
And boy, I'm not an object
I dont want the thrill of it
I'm not interested
Because I'm not your girl
And no, I won't give "dating" you a whirl
Cause you broke my heart once
And you'll break it again
And I'm sick of being friends
With someone who doesn't care
And I know you say you've changed, but you're not mentally there
So stop hitting on me
And I'll stop hitting you
Stop touching me
And ill forgive you
But until then, dont bother to talk to me
But for now, I'm saying, bye bye b
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Just Poetry
Poetryso this is all of my deepest and darkest thoughts. almost like a journal, but in poetry form for you all to read. its not all depressing. actually, a lot of it is supportive things. please comment if you think I should update more. have fun reading...
