I'll make you pay for what you've done. You've hurt me but you havn't won. I'll make you crawl on hands and knees and I'll ignore your hurting pleas. When I'm finaly finished with you I'll be happy you'll be blue. When your hurting I'll be just fine then little darling the pleasure is mine.
Reason for writing:
My first love tore my heart out...so I got him back with this poem.
Birth sign: Pisces
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