Stop It.A Poem by LizA look at my strange logic.
Yeah,
I get it, You're a Nice guy. Look at you, Opening doors, Pulling out chairs, Whispering sweet nothings. Well, Stop it. Yell, Drink, Ditch me for your friends, F*****g curse when I'm around. Cheat on me, For all I care. I'm getting bored.
© 2010 LizAuthor's Note
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