poem Promises By Cara Thereon on Friday, July 3, 2015 I love to hear them The “I love you baby”s The “I promise baby”s They drip like rain Off of stormy lips And lie to me perfectly every time Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditTumblrPocketLike this:Like Loading... Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck
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Ouch!
Deliciously cynical.
Or experienced.
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Yea. Cynical and single.
Mhmm mhmmm mhmm