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Love again?

Love again?

A poem for the guy most girls know but few notice.

 
So you’re in love again?
The Porsche was the clincher.
Don’t worry, there’s no shame
everyone gets the picture.

So he plays rugby too?
Has a six pack that’s to die for?
Is he right for you?
Well, that’s not important anymore.

Now, he says you’re beautiful
then screws you till you’re sore.
At your mother’s funeral
he’s still asking for more.

So, you found the pictures,
while on his minibreak in France,
of him kissing your twin sisters
at last year’s Christmas dance.

Now you’re in the A and E.
Took too much paracetamol
‘cos he said you were crazy
while dumping you on your Facebook wall.

Don’t worry, I’m five minutes out.
Was six hours away, drove all night.
I might be late, please don’t shout.
Have to make sure you’ll be alright.

So you’re in love again?
He’s booked a room after the ball?
It’s ok, I know the game
I’m ready to catch you when you fal
 
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  • Review
    Posted Oct 4, 2008
    +8
    I loved this, i think everyone has a friend like this.
    The last verse just had a resigned expectation of what was to come that really spoke to me.

    I liked the images you created here and the modernity of the piece (ie the mention of Facebook) The rhyme worked perfectly and I... (read more)
Recent Comments
 
  • Sep 30, 2008
    Great job, really enjoyed this one. You have a talent for poetry, don't give it up!
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  • Date Added
    • Sep 28, 2008 at 12:50 PM
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    • Literature
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    • Poetry
  • Topics
    • Romance, People
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