When it rains, for sure, it pours
And I don't want to go to the bar anymore
But of course you still go
Getting too familiar with a guy you barely know
Well so what, who cares
Except you'd be so well-behaved if I were there
Did you want me to get soaking wet in the rain?
Well you move so much faster than me anyway
And I move pretty fucking fast
Did you want me to call and ask if you were okay?
Well I thought you said you could take care of yourself
I don't even call my mother
- Author: Noah Malice ( Offline)
- Published: January 4th, 2019 04:31
- Comment from author about the poem: Draft 1
- Category: Unclassified
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