The good romance was never had- It was never having that nagging itch- No riddles before the doubts- Or the mood swings in the middle of traffic- She spiked my drink- And I kissed her lips- The love in her eyes, again- Living with that in my head, again- Take your pick- Which is worse, you in my mind- Or you’re death- While giving head to a stranger - Your loose soaked blouse dripping your thick blood- She spiked my drink- I kissed her lips- She went out the door- Whistling Dixie blues to calm the pleas- Inside- Where the womb of the incident- Replays itself like a bad MTV video- I say help, but some how I know- I’m beyond that-Birth sign: Libra
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