First and last poem I ever wrote... at 17..
She was only quite nice
But I needed a screw
And I thought that she felt
the same way too
So when she rolled over and said
'I love you'
I panicked,
Freaked out,
Didn't know what to do,
So I lied a lot,
Cried a lot,
Tears with no meanings,
Hurting her feelings till a beautiful evening
Was totally spoilt by the fact that I'm stuck
in an ill-fated search for a quick easy fuck.
(kidcamel is due to call your mum at, Mon 15 Aug 2005, 14:18, Reply)