sometimes i wonder how will it begin in a club, on the street or in a garbage bin watch tv and see a guy get hit it might look real but its all bullshit no habla espanol, i plead but it falls on deaf ears and i try not to let them roll my hot, salty tears so i held my head up high okay that's from creed i scoff when you ask me but its you i need i sit home late at night eat and read books look into the mirror and practice my deadly looks i feel no pain i say, but im lying cause when i see you together i feel like crying you don't understand most people are crooks but i make sure i have my deadly looks i fear that one day when im old the sign in front of my house says "sold" i'm a guy who hates to cook but when its time to eat a deadly look don't feel bad cause your a rook in the game of love we're all cooked so give me time don't be a shnook next time ill give you a deadly look
Reason for writing:
an angry love poem
jsut felt like it
Birth sign: Aries
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