I left your house that night,
and drove straight home.
As soon as I walked through the door,
mom starting yelling at me,
I walked past her to my room.
I would have done it all over again,
I could care less what mom had to say.
She scolded me for another five minutes,
then proceeded to go to bed herself.
I opened up my window,
crawled out,
and ran five miles to your house.
The only thing that kept me going,
was the smell of your hair,
that was on my chest.
I'm a sucker for girls,
that wash their hair with Pert Plus.
Author notes
You have to learn how to lose, to know how to win.
A contest entry
- Anatomy lesson #8 by MissStranger.
600 points, ended October 11, 2007, 6 entries
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Comments
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interesting write in here!i liked its rhythm and the honesty in thoughts,with a bit of childish flavour poured within,yet underlying the substancial power of our instincts.well done and good luck in the contest!
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