I feel odd every time I think of Sharon.
In one memory I hold her as a sentiment,
in another I have to look over my shoulder.
I spent quite a long time getting used to Sharon.
Did I hold any significance to Sharon or I was just cheap dopamine?
The answer is permanently inconclusive so my poor soul Shuns Old Sharon.
I loved playing games with Sharon,
in one, she would strangle me in my sleep and I'd play dead.
But Sharon always looked infuriated when I forgot to keep playing dead.
She once put glass shards in my food, she said there was a diamond.
I had to eat the shards first to get to it.
Sadly it turned out she'd been mistaken, I appreciate the thoughtful gesture though.
Some of my friends claimed she wanted to **** me, I didn't believe it so I asked her.
My friends are all dead now, Sharon claims it's because they vaped.
I'm glad I never vaped, I guess I have to thank Sweet Old Sharon.
Sharon says she's never played poker.
I guess she's been a mime then.
She never seemed to smile around me,
she was afraid she'd grow old if she did.
Sharon once said I made her "ick",
her brother said it meant I gave her goosebumps.
He also said that Sharon never smiled as a kid.
So I guess she's still the Same Old Sharon
Sharon's love language was money.
She said it was the only thing she loved about me.
I'm the only one that understood her jokes, that meant we were soulmates.
My mother wanted us to sign a prenup,
Whatever it is, Sharon didn't seem to like it.
I did not get to sign it though, I haven't heard from my mother.
Last time I saw her she told me to break up with "Sinister Old Sharon!".
I don't have much of a love life.
I've been very devoted to Sharon.
We're playing this game in our attic,
she made me sign something called a will,
She says it's for the game, the game of love.
She bought me this long necklace that hangs from the ceiling.
Sharon says it's what newlyweds do.
She left awhile ago with her brother, I saw them with their lips connected.
Sharon says it's called kissing, it seemed pretty disgusting.
I can't seem to breathe properly anymore,
Sharon said it's part of the game.
My head feels heavy, I'm seeing dark spots.
Sharon says she'll back when hades comes to get me,
I don't know who that is.
All I see is an image of Smiling Old Sharon.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 2:43 AM UTC
I feel odd every time I think of Sharon.
In one memory I hold her as a sentiment,
in another I have to look over my shoulder.
I spent quite a long time getting used to Sharon.
Did I hold any significance to Sharon or I was just cheap dopamine?
The answer is permanently inconclusive so my poor soul Shuns Old Sharon.
I loved playing games with Sharon,
in one, she would strangle me in my sleep and I'd play dead.
But Sharon always looked infuriated when I forgot to keep playing dead.
She once put glass shards in my food, she said there was a diamond.
I had to eat the shards first to get to it.
Sadly it turned out she'd been mistaken, I appreciate the thoughtful gesture though.
Some of my friends claimed she wanted to **** me, I didn't believe it so I asked her.
My friends are all dead now, Sharon claims it's because they vaped.
I'm glad I never vaped, I guess I have to thank Sweet Old Sharon.
Sharon says she's never played poker.
I guess she's been a mime then.
She never seemed to smile around me,
she was afraid she'd grow old if she did.
Sharon once said I made her "ick",
her brother said it meant I gave her goosebumps.
He also said that Sharon never smiled as a kid.
So I guess she's still the Same Old Sharon
Sharon's love language was money.
She said it was the only thing she loved about me.
I'm the only one that understood her jokes, that meant we were soulmates.
My mother wanted us to sign a prenup,
Whatever it is, Sharon didn't seem to like it.
I did not get to sign it though, I haven't heard from my mother.
Last time I saw her she told me to break up with "Sinister Old Sharon!".
I don't have much of a love life.
I've been very devoted to Sharon.
We're playing this game in our attic,
she made me sign something called a will,
She says it's for the game, the game of love.
She bought me this long necklace that hangs from the ceiling.
Sharon says it's what newlyweds do.
She left awhile ago with her brother, I saw them with their lips connected.
Sharon says it's called kissing, it seemed pretty disgusting.
I can't seem to breathe properly anymore,
Sharon said it's part of the game.
My head feels heavy, I'm seeing dark spots.
Sharon says she'll back when hades comes to get me,
I don't know who that is.
All I see is an image of Smiling Old Sharon.
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