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[aid] => mick
[title] => Jealousy Jaggers
[time] => 2006-09-17 18:37:07
[hometext] => Loving someone who loves another, there will alway be a price.
[bodytext] => I call you to see, If I can come over. But she is beautiful, Just as a clover. She is funny and smart, You like her very much. I hate her so, Down to the very touch. Her hugs are cold, I知 full of hate. And just like you, Knives, I can relate. How shall I kill her? Chop her hair off first. Take all her money, From her wallet and purse. I gave you everything! And what has she done? And you gave me nothing! And she is the one? I値l slit her throat, So she can no longer laugh. You think this is a joke? I値l rip of her calves! She hurt me inside, So to her I do out. There will be nothing left of her, Just your mournful shouts. I gave you my heart, And you kick dirt in my face! What is wrong with me? What makes me such a disgrace? I致e loved you since I met you, You were perfect in every way. And now what do I see? Each and everyday? I知 not good enough for you, So tell me why! I壇 do anything for you, And now I can only cry. I feel like dying, You killed me you know. I feel cold inside, And nothing but woe. I知 in my grave, Waiting to be buried. And let me just guess, Whose body you carried. I feel like Eleanor Rigby, All alone as she died. But unlike her, For me no one cried. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 13 [informant] => CassandraCain [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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