There I go,
Thinking of you again,
You make me sick to my stomach,
Just just don't know,
I was going to write you a letter,
But you'd just rip it up,
But I have too many reasons,
But I might as well start here.
Your name on my skin,
Now my next partner has to be named YOU
You don't know how sick you make me,
I just don't think you understand,
I stumbled across our letterers,
and realized someone else wrote them,
and I'm not saying this because I want you back,
because that thought would make me gag.
You just don't know...
YOU ARE READING
Seeking Life
PoesíaPoetry about SEEKING LIFE--- some about how Fucked Up our world is.