Torn
Rip me open
Sew me shut
Cant shake this feeling in my gut
He love's me and I love him..
And him....
Time to play the match game all over again
It's a game of luck
With cupid's arrow I am struck.
My heart is torn apart, The bleeding wont stop
Deep wound
Surgery wont fix
I cant belive I fell for you
Did you fall for me to?
Is it love?
Or infactuation?
Meaningless fling?
Or the real thing?
I need to know
Dont let me die hear
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Well once again...You like it or go to hell.
Maddddddddd,
Jesse
Rip me open
Sew me shut
Cant shake this feeling in my gut
He love's me and I love him..
And him....
Time to play the match game all over again
It's a game of luck
With cupid's arrow I am struck.
My heart is torn apart, The bleeding wont stop
Deep wound
Surgery wont fix
I cant belive I fell for you
Did you fall for me to?
Is it love?
Or infactuation?
Meaningless fling?
Or the real thing?
I need to know
Dont let me die hear
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Well once again...You like it or go to hell.
Maddddddddd,
Jesse
posted by The whisper in your ear at 4:30 PM
2 Comments:
TORN!
I like your little ode to the synchronicity of earlier. It should be a song. Woo-hoo!
*downloads more Natalie Imbruglia*
Kalinka.
"Meaningless fling? Or the real thing? I need to know."
You really are able to come up with some of the best lines in your poems.
BOLD,
Marr Vell
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