Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th

A Poem by butterfly
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A tale of modern love while listening to Taylor swift...

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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
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