You say you're leaving, any yet you pop in every now and again, you say this place is like a soap opera but you have to admit that you love it, or else you wouldn't keep coming back like this, Kinda like when you're at the bar, and you say I'm only here for just one beer, then you get a shot and another beer and another shot and then your finally leaving but then you're just not satisfied And you say just one more then a couple hours later alright, just one more, well happy hours is over and they just called last call When are ya leaving???
Reason for writing:
This poem is directed to a specific person, if you think it is you
then you are probably wrong.... lol did that just sound
familliar, well it should... hahaha... drunken stupor...
Birth sign: Virgo
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