Hes got a mean streak
Its bittersweet
Makes me wanna tear my hair out
I got an attitude
Sometimes rude
Makes him scream and shout
We've got chemistry
Little history
But hes someone I cant live without
He calls me names
I play games
But it's still love no doubt
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Random Poetry
PoetryRandom poetry, maybe its midnight or maybe I'm stressed. Who knows, check it out.
