Bad taste in music,
horrible timing,
adorably whiny,
heartachingly an ass
The man grinds on my nerves
and argues unending,
but he'll learn
in time
of the Maddness' purity
and truth in existance.
But, truth be told,
it's hard to let go,
the secrets we share,
the nights till the morn,
and the insight,
impressive,
though hard to admit.
I'd kill him
in the sweetest way
if only my heart could,
just to end,
and win my damn point.
At the end of the night,
all I can say is
damn my soul for being owned,
my mind for the attraction,
and my heart
for the depth
he can strike.
Author notes
*sigh*
lol
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Wow..
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awe, this is perfect!!!
and...even in death...I win
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