Posted by lemonaide on October 4, 2008, at 19:53:12
Cockiness he carries in his song,
Reads across his swimmer's chest
Announcing poor self esteem
Like a bold capital A sewn on.Assuring us of his guilt
Of his sadist indiscretions
Secrets of seductions whispered
Sickness of inner egos built."I did a damn good job with you!"
Such charged counter-tranferences
Got the best of your egotistical thoughts,
Your mind in static interferences.Boundaries should have been kept,
You didn't mean to cause harm except
You caused my happy face to become wet
With tears that I had to eventually accept.Apologies will never be received I know,
But it's okay, I am done with your talent show.
poster:lemonaide
thread:855782
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