Written May 24, 2012
Sitting at the quarry
or outside in the back
it was never white and black
it was only a love story
with lots of pain, and true, some glory
that started with a panic attack
and a man that couldn't cut some slack
and ended up pretty **** gory
with a girl in a hospital waiting room
alone and really cold
but she always did keep true
even while awaiting doom
what he did was oh, so bold
yet she still said "I love you."
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 2:20 AM UTC
Written May 24, 2012
Sitting at the quarry
or outside in the back
it was never white and black
it was only a love story
with lots of pain, and true, some glory
that started with a panic attack
and a man that couldn't cut some slack
and ended up pretty **** gory
with a girl in a hospital waiting room
alone and really cold
but she always did keep true
even while awaiting doom
what he did was oh, so bold
yet she still said "I love you."
--> Someone challenged me to write in this style, but I got it all wrong. I still enjoyed writing it.
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