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Jan. 4th, 2009

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Happily Never After

 


Tickle me pink is her favorite color,
she swears she was meant to be with no other,
but he couldn't care less,
she's such a happy mess,
he just wants out,
all he does is shout,
she is too fat,
or this and that,
and it makes her cry,
she heaves a heavy sigh,
as she swears hes the one,
but he is done,
he hits her hard one night,
and that ensues a fight,
she runs to the cops,
crying non-stop,
my prince threw me out of the castle,
because I wasn't worth the hassle,
and I think he was right.

 

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Ignorance is Bliss, or is it?


What you say won't bother me,
what you do I'll never see,
for my eyes are blind,
ignorance is bliss,
the facade is clear in every kiss,
this 'romance' is naught but pure hell,
you and me; we start to yell,
run out of the house,
slam the door,
I ain't coming back no more.
I refuse be ensnared again in your trap,
I won't again put up with your crap,
You might as well consider this a home run,
Cause I'm going, going, going; gone.
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The Blending of Endings


Beginnings and ends,
blend into each other,
so one stops,
and then starts another,
you see the blending of endings,
and beginning anew,
always cause havoc,
and throw things astrue.
 

 

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