We walked a mile for suit trousers ,
But you asked me to come ,
I knew you were trying to figure out what was wrong ,
You got into it all about the army
And how it saved you life.
I pretended to be your boyfriend ,
To get you out a sticky situation .
Now I am wondering ,
If all along that was your intention.
It took three months and 6 cocktails before you would admit.
Love fell in the form of me.
I felt wrong .
Poor Green eyed man .
He didn't know you loved me .
Why didn't he come that night ?
I wouldn't have looked your way if he was there.
You came swooping in with with your charm and banter.
Now I'm shaking as I walk to work because it's one think to cheat ,
But other to fuck the manager .
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Author:
Brendon Corey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 8th, 2017 10:43
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Nice twist. Entertaining.
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