The Poison Pearl
She calls me special, like everyone else
She calls me friend, thinking of her self
She tells me her truths, which turn to lies
She tells me sweet words, but gives bitter replies
She wants my mind, body and soul, and in exchange
She offers a hole
She calls me friend, thinking of her self
She tells me her truths, which turn to lies
She tells me sweet words, but gives bitter replies
She wants my mind, body and soul, and in exchange
She offers a hole
posted by Judge of the Whetten's at 11:44 AM
3 Comments:
Quick, find an antidote!!!!
A hole is not worth it. We all work daily to fill our lives with good things and memories and to have someone take that all away is not worth it.
I like to refer to girls as the poison apple. They look so tasty till you try a bite. Then you fall down dead.
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