Crooked eyes, backwards smile
never thought you'd be worthwhile
who knew you'd be such a threat
putting me in the middle of this mess
I had a life, I had a dream
but you wanted it for yourself.. or so it may seem
you stole him right from under my nose
teaching him and I to become foes
at first I thought you and I could be friends
but it seems that fantasy will end
not once, not twice, but three times in a row
you managed for him to believe your show
I am the bitch, the vindictive liar
the malicious whore who's out for her own desire
well I am sorry if I know what I want
while all my flaws you try to flaunt
I never thought you could succeed
The hunchback handing my tragedy
I lost him, yes, but you must beware
because now I know that you DO care
so I will steal your happiness.. ruin your life
Saturate Your dreams with misery and strife
then one day, I'll help you to decide..
You're only way to surrender.. will be suicide.
Author notes
So this is about how this female quasimodo stole my ex... the *then* love of my life...
Written September 22nd, 2006
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Wow, this is an amazing poem... keep it up
Maria
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Those were some vindictive lyrics!!
Talk about aggressive!!! You had more venom in you words than a basket of phythons!
"Crooked eyes, backward smile,
never thought you'd be worthwhile"
I enjoyed these verses the most. It seemed that you were plotting payback the whole time.
However, men who don't committ are wastes of time.
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Wow girl, that was crazy wild. feel sorry for whoever this was toward if it were true emotions. A good job displaying.
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This is a good write. Sorry about your situation
Thank you very much for entering contest!
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