That girl tried
Everything she could
To get under my skin.
It seemed like
Her whole purpose in life
Was to irritate me.
She would throw
Those nasty little barbs
My direction
From sunup to sundown
Just to pester me.
It fascinated me
How she could be so nice
To the rest of the world,
And would reserve
All her poison for me alone.
I guess that is what
Love looks like sometimes.
Friday, October 31, 2008
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