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While you were playing FIFA I was scoring with you mum. Could hear you through the wall, as I came in her net, I'd home goaled in her just for fun. But it wasn't to disrespect you, I never wanted to hurt anyone. Your dad came home when you were at collage, and I told him shut the door and sit in the corner                till I'd finished his wife off. See he didn't shout or run his mouth off, cos I knew who he'd been doing behind her back,                     none other than my mum. Now my dads a good man and he loves my mum, now I'm not making excuses for her but your dad knew we were happy and played the unloved man                    that just needed love. Well your dad thought she had morning breath, but na, she's taken my length after I off loaded in her *** But I stayed and watched as your pops   kissed her passionately. Dang that must have been a salty kiss           breath like the sea with raw sewage and a hint of peppered sweetcorn.             Now this isn't about you, this is about men should respect another's mum, ok I didn't yours, but she knew that I was a length and your dad was just              a millimetre short stop. And I always hit her spot, so god knows what my mum                       saw in this old punk.   After that day, he never did any odd jobs around my house, and I confided in my mother that I knew and that I didn't want anything, I wasn't telling dad. and she cried and said it was only a kiss and only once. But she hadn't instigated it, and she'd been a little drunk. But I saw him ******* coming out the bedroom sweating? Ye he'd been doing some DIY, why what have you done. Nothing Ma, I just told him he wasn't welcome anymore, are you going around there's again? Na mom, I'd played a game done to many home goals, and they suddenly moved on.    I'll miss my friend but I'll deffo miss his mom.
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 5:27 PM UTC
Scoring Home Goals
While you were playing FIFA I was scoring with you mum. Could hear you through the wall, as I came in her net, I'd home goaled in her just for fun. But it wasn't to disrespect you, I never wanted to hurt anyone. Your dad came home when you were at collage, and I told him shut the door and sit in the corner                till I'd finished his wife off. See he didn't shout or run his mouth off, cos I knew who he'd been doing behind her back,                     none other than my mum. Now my dads a good man and he loves my mum, now I'm not making excuses for her but your dad knew we were happy and played the unloved man                    that just needed love. Well your dad thought she had morning breath, but na, she's taken my length after I off loaded in her *** But I stayed and watched as your pops   kissed her passionately. Dang that must have been a salty kiss           breath like the sea with raw sewage and a hint of peppered sweetcorn.             Now this isn't about you, this is about men should respect another's mum, ok I didn't yours, but she knew that I was a length and your dad was just              a millimetre short stop. And I always hit her spot, so god knows what my mum                       saw in this old punk.   After that day, he never did any odd jobs around my house, and I confided in my mother that I knew and that I didn't want anything, I wasn't telling dad. and she cried and said it was only a kiss and only once. But she hadn't instigated it, and she'd been a little drunk. But I saw him ******* coming out the bedroom sweating? Ye he'd been doing some DIY, why what have you done. Nothing Ma, I just told him he wasn't welcome anymore, are you going around there's again? Na mom, I'd played a game done to many home goals, and they suddenly moved on.    I'll miss my friend but I'll deffo miss his mom.
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I lost myself in you. Your eyes, your words, your thoughts... They all seem to leave me in a muzzy state. You absorbed me. My heart, my mind, my soul... All of it is gone, Buried deep within you. I can't seem to find any of me, And that is absolutely terrifying.
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Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 5:06 AM UTC
Where Have I Gone?
forget it, forget everything i've said, even the poetry i wrote to you, forget it. you broke me.
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
//forget.
if i were a poem, i would wallpaper the walls of your heart with my words; that way, every time your heart beats, you’ll hear me sigh; i love you.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
a poem (just for you).
I am Strong I am Vulnerable I am Sure I am Foolish I am Smart I make Poor Decisions I am Filled with Energy I am a Lazy Slob I am Sure of Myself I am Confused I am a Leader I am a Follower I am Creative I am Unoriginal I am Optimistic I Fear the Worst I am Brave, I am so Scared I am Dark I am the Light I am Free, I have been Captured I am Short But I am so Tall
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
Contradiction Of Self
You're a short-circuit Sparking and damaging In my motherboard.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
Short-Circuit