sábado, 20 de febrero de 2010

Vamos a citar a una vieja amiga

An older version of me, is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theatre? Does she speak eloquently? And would she have your baby? I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother.
Because the love that you gave that we made wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide and every time you speak her name, does she know how you told me you'd hold me until you died? (But you're still alive)
You seem very well, things look peaceful. I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know. Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity? (I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner) It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced; are you thinking of me when you fuck her?
Because the joke that you laid on the bed that was me and I'm not gonna fade as soon as you close your eyes (and you know it), and every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back I hope you feel it.
Well, I'm here to remind you of the mess you left when you went away! It's not fair to deny me of the cross I bear that you gave to me, you oughta know!

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