Sunday, May 27, 2007
The sidesplitting agony,
of being left behind.
Feeling forlorn, downtrodden.
You were supposed to be forever mine;
instead, you and he
slipped into euphoric time.
This BLAQCHAZM in my chest,
where my adoration for you once dwelled.
I cried for you, lied for you.
Should've, could've, would've
died for you.
Now you can go to HELL!!!
Hope you are happy,
you and Mr. Skater Boy.
You up and disappeared
without so much as a see you later boy.
Now it becomes clear,
starting to feel like a hater, boy.
But it's whatever.
I'm straight, never better.
Feeling bored,
decided to write you this letter.
To quote 8 Mile,
"All's well that ends O.K.,
I'ma and this with a FUCK YOU!!
and a Have A Nice Day :)
Written under the pseudonym
-Cyrano De Berge
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