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hey, im writin a poem for xxemoxbfsxx's challenge. My words are:
i hope you like it!
Poetry | Updated Jun 16, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 10
By Ichi Clairvoyance
Two wrongs don't make a right. Especially in a relationship.
Poetry | Updated Jun 12, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
When I first saw the line "You may say I'm cruel, but I beg to disagree" I thought about affairs and cheating.
Sort of like when a man cheats on a woman with another, leaves her, and then comes back saying he is sorry and she is REALLY the true love of his life. The woman would probably know...
Poetry | Updated Jun 11, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Crazy Love
Is it possible to be addicted to a person?
By Melita Zammit
A song I wrote today on my way to piano.
A girl reflects on how her boyfriend is cheating on her and how he always 'jokes' that he's cheating on her but she knows it's no joke.
Poetry | Updated May 23, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Frankie Piper
Poetry | Updated Apr 10, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Able Anders
If that wasn't bad enough, he'd headed back home, only to find his best friend Walter, that no good son of a bitch, running around the living room playing a game of naked pin the tail on the donkey with his wife, Sissy.
An envious wife has deadly plans for her cheating husband...
By Victor Gray
A family that has all, losing control...
This is what happens when you have a coffee crash and fall asleep to the Jonas Brothers and Hellogoodbye. -sighs- I hope you enjoy this strange, humourus, and heart breaking tale of love, contests, and the Jonas Brothers
By Terry Collett
A GIRL LOVES AND HATES HER GUY.
Poetry | Updated Feb 14, 2008 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
After band member JT succumbs to alcohol to soothe the wounds of his wife's affair, Tragedy strikes the lead singer in the worst way.... Will the band make it in time to continue their rise to fame?
no deeper meaning. bad breakup. this is one of the pieces that came out of it.
The door to the office sticks as she turns the brass handle, tempered by it she barges her hip into it. The door opens; a crackling hinge. Her eyes master the room like sheâ€™d been trained to search it. Every book, dusty lamp and leaky pen told its story. Her feet shifted casually, one...