Oh, what a good friend,
You are to me,
You take my love,
And then you flee.
When we first met,
I doubted you,
But I gave you a chance,
And that you blew.
Oh, what a delight,
To have you here,
Im talking to you,
But you dont care.
You got me in shit,
And walked away,
But as soon as I was up,
You pushed me back in a fray.
Oh, how good it is,
To see you there,
Tricking her now,
And pulling her hair.
Now I have no choice,
What can I say?
Whatever angle I look,
Youre here to stay.
Oh, how that I hope,
That I have misread,
Those lies in your eyes,
That fill me with dread.
This last little verse,
I shall plea to you,
Dont mess her about,
I dont know what I might do!













Comments
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'A burnt child loves fire' - Oscar Wilde
written well though.
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"Search the shadows. All you'll find is a deeper darkness than before and within it a deeper yearning within yourself...
...my dear - have you ever heard the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat?' "
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