saturday mornings have a tendency
to be sprinkled with profanities and cigarette ash.
sometimes when we kiss i open my eyes real gentle
so i can see a glimpse of your lips against mine.
sometimes when we fuck i can't stop myself from screaming,
you're so beautiful,
oh, god.
Author notes
for him 
A contest entry
- waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways: by And Hyetal.
750 points, ended February 16, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I rather enjoyed the abruptness of this piece. Nicely done, and congrats on the gold.
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LOL this iz the stuff i like to read somethin that makes me grin lol i like it~!~!~!~!
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wow...very gritty and great
the title is absolutely amazing and the poem says a whole lot on a little bit of text.
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Holy cow. I don't hate this. I don't hate this at all.
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HAHAHA, This made me smile real big.
"You are great in all the ways he is not, and he is great in all the ways you are not. You are perfect for each other"
The words of our minister.
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lmao @ our minister....
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ahem..
i like it... a LOT... umm yeah ... you have lookingforwords
now enter my contest
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haha shit girl!
i love this.
especially
ummm all of it
)0)) hmmm whats that zero doin in there? sneaky bastard...
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