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GiRl InTeRrUpTeD (loveable_xo) wrote,
@ 2003-12-20 16:07:00
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    poem i made
    Sitting on the phone
    Listening to your friend
    Wishing that the voice
    Would soon come to and end

    Can’t stand the arguing
    Cant stand the pain
    Can’t stand the bulls*iting
    Soon it will be over
    then start up again

    You thought you were helping
    By giving good advice
    But the reality is
    You were sticking yourself with a knife

    I was telling the truth
    I was being there for you

    Who cares what the others said
    They were lying to you

    Go ahead and believe what you want to believe
    Listen to the bulls*it and be displeased

    But the bulls*iters will talk
    And the liars will scheme

    But I will always be here
    And I will always come clean.

    I got nothing to hide
    Nothing from you
    I will always be here
    A friend to confide into
    When everything comes storming through.


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sketchball245
2003-12-20 17:43 (link)
:( omg xOxO i love it

Shannon

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