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His Little Pimptress
written by SuperBob03:24 AM 6/29/04| Sometimes I don't understand how he works...He knows I have a twisted idea of Love...Yet he still wants me to Love him...I said I'd be his...I know I want to be with him...And he says he wants me too...I cannot wait for him to be near...I cannot wait to bask in his aura...His loving aura of unyielding desire...We talk so often...And Joke around fine...He said he'd keep me safe...Only if he were near...At night when my mind starts to kill me...I know that if I were with him all would be fine...He would be my saviour...and my god if you will...He would do his part to keep my razor out of my reach...I would owe him everything...Anything I would do...If he asked me to leave I would do that too...I would understand why he will dislike me someday...He claims it won't happen...But my depression is never at bay |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
the title was based on what "he" just called me...and I was gonna write this anyroad...so I figured why not call it what he calls me?
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| » Comments / Feedback | by kidviciousismyman (6-29-2004 - 03:45 AM)
| wow. that reminds me of myself and my boyfriend. great poem, lots of emotion. |
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