rejection is best served cold,
a not so much " love " poem written on paper, parted before it was read by the receiver,
monotonous words exchanged;
she said " You don't even know me, I'm not reading your poem "
I crumbled it up,
down,
FLUSH,
you go through the shi* hole.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 25th, 2019 05:16
- Comment from author about the poem: I screwed up, I wrote somebody a poem today whom I just met the day before and got super denied. It wasn't even read. I'm totally accountable..atleast i warned her I was gonna write her a poem haha..just needed to vent.
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
Haha flushing away is by all means therapeutic
You had me at FLUSH
Lol
Lol it was delayed yet surely a FLUSH
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