wow.. what a blockhead i am
poem
carefully i plan
to get you back someday
i try and try again
but in the end i have to pay
with my heart on the floor
i carry tissues in my purse
to dry up my tears
God, lift me from this curse!
ok, we're not together
this thought is hard to grasp
while you flirt and mess around with me
i feel like such an
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