Friday the 13thA Poem by butterflyA tale of modern love while listening to Taylor swift...oh dear lover who text me today said he miss me as a person what was i most of the time then are we the endless ache are we the antidote we can’t help the reminiscing soul i know why he texts today its friday the thirteenth its a hey from my black cat who gives my most enjoyed scratch i just thought of that the message bell rang and read "So you wouldn't want to go to the hot tub with me anymore" he must be a lonely soul cant he get his wife to join him so he comes in a blue moon to knock on my door text after saying i wont bother you no more or does he but he still wants another to make him whole there is no trusting I am miss americana and he is heart break prince its you and me we are in our own world he is a bad boy and i am his bad girl should i run away with you can we just kiss if i we want to playing stupid games winning stupid prizes did i go insane when he comes around i am in a new town he is the king i am the queen living on fantasy i will love him for all time even though i know he will never leave his wife but i wouldn’t even want him if he did who can i kid we would still be billed with the guilt i am miss americana and he is heart break prince every since I heard Taylor Swift sing its him and me we get in our own world he is a bad boy and i was his bad bad girl © 2024 butterfly |
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Added on September 16, 2024 Last Updated on September 16, 2024 Author
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