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I am yours, always yours For as long as I am useful As long as you will have me. I am a ****** idol, A divine ***** who May not be the classiest but Certainly gets the job done. You were unsophisticated, Uneducated, Crude. Rude. My mood may change but My feelings never did. You left me in the gutter, Kind, Knowing it to be my Place of birth; Cold, Knowing it to be the Place for my death. I am yours, always yours Until a more fit replacement may come. It is more, is more, Is more rain-spickle, Spack-tackle, shoe-shit love-drunk easy To miss my train. You alighted onto the next platform, Passing me by on the way To being busy, to pretending to have a delay. Don't carry your head so high When everything you told me was an utter lie. Why Would you pretend your life could be shared with me? Your sweet-warm friendship could Slip through my fingers, Keeping the arthritis of Loneliness away. So I tried to help you Carry your back, And I carried you out of Immaturity, But now I'm fag-snubbed into your snow, Snowy skin which smothers me In spring feelings gone cold.
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Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 9:28 PM UTC
Always Yours
I am yours, always yours For as long as I am useful As long as you will have me. I am a ****** idol, A divine ***** who May not be the classiest but Certainly gets the job done. You were unsophisticated, Uneducated, Crude. Rude. My mood may change but My feelings never did. You left me in the gutter, Kind, Knowing it to be my Place of birth; Cold, Knowing it to be the Place for my death. I am yours, always yours Until a more fit replacement may come. It is more, is more, Is more rain-spickle, Spack-tackle, shoe-shit love-drunk easy To miss my train. You alighted onto the next platform, Passing me by on the way To being busy, to pretending to have a delay. Don't carry your head so high When everything you told me was an utter lie. Why Would you pretend your life could be shared with me? Your sweet-warm friendship could Slip through my fingers, Keeping the arthritis of Loneliness away. So I tried to help you Carry your back, And I carried you out of Immaturity, But now I'm fag-snubbed into your snow, Snowy skin which smothers me In spring feelings gone cold.
I hate you so much.
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Lebanese
Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 9:28 PM UTC
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