& you'll be a dirty lil secret,
that shes m a d l y
in [love] with

Promise me One thing,
i'll always be a [mistake]
but i'll never be a [regret]

She sat up all night writing a letter,
that she'll never have the guts
[t o s h o w y o u]

& When you need me,
no i w i l l N O T b e t h e r e

Some will say i'm glad i have him,
i'll look at them && say,
'I'm just glad i met him'

He's the type of guy that
randomly tells you he loves you.
but, when you look at it,
its not random,
its the times hes sitting looking at you,
when you didn't even realise.

&& she said ' he'll just be another
nouch on the bed for you'
&& she replied,
he was always too good for a one night
stand.

Her- shes a golddigga, a playa,&&
see'll destry you.
him- && i'll still be glad i had her
for the period that i did.

I know everyone hates this.
but could i get some critical comments on
' the green, green grass of Ireland'

its for my boyfriend for v'day and it would help. he's never read any of my poems.

That little jar of broken hearts, you keep locked under your bed.
well baby, you got what you wanted, mines in it now

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