Ouch.
(sorry this is not the intro, I said it because my legs hurt)
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
On a gloomy sunday morning,
He knocked the door of a heart moaning,
She opens the door,
Allowing more.
Awaiting her,
Despair strikes,
He was a heartbreaker,
She screams "yikes"
He tore down the place,
Leaving no trace,
How can this happen?
To a girl already broken?
[ He took down his pants,
Exposing ...
She stood up strong,
Faced his thong,
Screamed her lungs out,
While pushing him out.
Out he goes,
She took a hose,
Washes her face,
Laughs off her head. ]
Poem gone wrong. D:
(sorry this is not the intro, I said it because my legs hurt)
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
On a gloomy sunday morning,
He knocked the door of a heart moaning,
She opens the door,
Allowing more.
Awaiting her,
Despair strikes,
He was a heartbreaker,
She screams "yikes"
He tore down the place,
Leaving no trace,
How can this happen?
To a girl already broken?
[ He took down his pants,
Exposing ...
She stood up strong,
Faced his thong,
Screamed her lungs out,
While pushing him out.
Out he goes,
She took a hose,
Washes her face,
Laughs off her head. ]
Poem gone wrong. D:
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