Scraping my fingers scripting feelings on paper <br />all the time i thought i love i found out i hate her <br />ya <br />i was in it for the flavor <br />next thing you know shes like 'hey see ya later' <br /> <br />what make me crave her? <br />probly was the danger <br /> <br />resent the labor <br />the love was in the waiver <br /> <br />repeal the label <br />come and see the table <br />turn <br />i never learn <br />I cant believe your so conceded <br />So i left it for the worms<br /><br />David Sabo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/turn-7/
