| Remember? This was a thing about me and my ex. It's just things I could never forget about nor ever would I want to. So many precious moments never to be forgotten. Seduction or Sympathy? A girl came to me one day on the net and asked me to write her a poem and send it to her through e-mail. So I did. I just had some fun with it naturally. Some Women Now this is a poem almost all girls should read. WOW! Sometimes I can't beleieve I wrote this. It's so simple to understand also, I'm really straight forward with it. Don't date asshole's who can't get their eye's off you breasts and wanna jump in the sac with you. Jeez ladies, your better then to be played around with. There's probly three types of guys out there, one's who go for looks, one's for personality, one's for a bit of both. It's obvious which type of guy to look out for. Your not pawns and you certainly don't deserve to be treated like a piece of trash. Be who you are, not what your expected to be. It doesn't matter what assholes think of your looks, it matters what you think and true friends think. Shooting Star Your my shooting star. I do dream a lot, what can I say? What is, Will be It's being utterly alone, trapped almost in a wrold you can't escape from. What can you do about it? Why do you Cry? In this case I just can't understand why some girls cry but most of the time it's over something not worth crying about. I may be a guy but I can cry if needed be. I'm no one, I'm everyone This is pretty much just hinting at how complex I actually am. You may not think so at first, but just try getting to really know me. Bitter to the end Call it a whining spree if you want. It's just pretty much how I feel about the whole situation I seem to be in right now. Perhaps I'm just dreaming? Only time This poem is pretty straight forward, after some time goes by eventually you'll start to feel better and move on. A simple wish I wrote this for my ex, simply saying I want her back in my life. See, that wasn't so hard to say now was it? Guided by pain I can't really explain this poem...I was dead tired when I wrote it. I'm not even sure if it has a point anymore. A new page is written I wrote this for my new love. She's helped me so much, of course, probly more then she knows. She is pretty much my true love. |