I've learned to keep snarling
If it was not for that fateful night
The end result of spite
With a fast food girl
& the Smith and Wesson 38
I might still be by your side
My guilt I do confide
But that was just too much for my heart to take.
Dead or alive
Dying is too easy of a solution
To this misery, so you can take it sleazy
My only promise being,
You will always have a blessed place in my cursed heart.
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pretty poem, do you have one about the real story?
I miss you....love of my god damned life, drop me a line,OK?
I may be seeing you soon!
GUESS WHO!
mr, sleazy .38 |
GuiltScout@yahoo.com |
May 19, 2006
Preety poem, always good at sugur coating rotteness.
i've got another version.
see you soon, darlin'!
GUESS... |
GuiltScout@yahoo.com |
May 19, 2006