Babe, you dropped me
on Valentine’s Day ’04.
You liked what was in my head
or so you said.
You liked what was between my legs
your hips told me that.
You dropped me after dinner
at a gay café
but did you have to do it
on Valentine’s Day?
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4 comments:
No, but then there'd be no poem. You know how art is.
Being dumped on Labor Day weekend just isn't the same.
sad...yet cute!
3 years later, are you over it?
Sal dearest. Yeah I'm over it and have been for a long time. But he did have a cute cute butt.
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