He gripped you tight
Held you down all night
Thought your hair smelled so nice
Not once but twice.
The boy with blue eyes
Puked thousands of lies.
I still loved him anyways.
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PoetryI don't expect anyone to understand any of it but this is a way of relieving stress so bare with me.
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He gripped you tight
Held you down all night
Thought your hair smelled so nice
Not once but twice.
The boy with blue eyes
Puked thousands of lies.
I still loved him anyways.
