Okay so you've done it, you've hurt me again, I thought we were tight like old high school jeans, I thought you and I were friends, I've asked you to spare my heart, of unneccessary pain, So to get the point I guess I have to cut you, and leave you bloody, injured or slain. You have the morals of a scorpion, you continuiously sting me with your tail, so i guess, its time for me to send you on your way, in a package deliverable to hell. I told you not to hurt me, yet I feel as little as a hobbitt, so I guess I have to catch you when your sleeping, and pull a Lorena Bobbit! Then perhaps you'll think with the right head, Maybe I will pack my suitcases, and perform "The burning Bed", your so called love was contagious to me, perhaps your more like a disease, maybe you will feel much better, if I go out like thelma and louise. . . No more tears will be shed for you, the seriousness is in my eye, I told if you hurt me again I'd kill ya, and now its time for you to DIE!
Reason for writing:
Dang I know this poem is scary. LOL! Okay, Its I dont mean physically kill. I just mean kill him from my heart, and soul. Which would be the equivilent to killing myself. . . Erica
Birth sign: Aquarius
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