Treasure Island

wendi Collier

(3-23-93)

its not my fault


Why did you do it?
Wasn’t I good enough?
You said it was my fault
That I wasn’t a good girlfriend
How?
I did everything possible for you.
What did she have that I didn’t?
I’m evenly proportioned.
You said I never come around
But Ur the one to make the excuses
You said you love me
I know you don’t
It’s just the thought of me
I no you won’t leave me
So I’m leaving you: (

Submitted: Thursday, September 10, 2009
Edited: Monday, September 28, 2009

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  • Shekhar Joshi (9/24/2009 1:33:00 PM)

    Neat one.....i liked the line..
    I’m evenly proportioned.... ;)

    liked your skills in poetry......gd work (Report) Reply

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