Because I am a lovesick kind of a basterd. I made this poem for you… :|
I saw you standing there…
You’re wearing black and your smooth slick hair.
You’re so charming, I can’t help but stare.
But then again, there she was.
The gilr you oh-so-love so much.
The two of you were happy, oh-so-happy…
It hurts like hell.
Tell me now, tell me please…
How can I forget you and you’re worn out jeans?
…LOL. I suck. I know. :|
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