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That cup was over here this morning I swear it!

by Johnny Crimson

All in
The reading palms of suggestion
The way you always fumble up
To a kind that follows
Well stupid times in silly clothes
The shooting
Was the final solution
the wake board of general belief
Well belief is gone in drooping eyes


I have have much media on you
Pictures, Video Clips
Audio you name it

I believe I've photoshopped every inch
of your body

The next time you take a shower at my place
I'm gonna film it

I'll zoom and zoom
And you'll never know I'm here

Just like you never have

I wish I could tell you a secret
your head all cocked to one side
No,no it's just too risky

I'll play with mice in the air ducts
and watch you sleep

I love you...

11/13/2007

Posted on 11/13/2007
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 11/14/07 at 03:41 AM

Now THIS is how a "love" poem is done! Awesome work - I'm totally giving this Poem of the Day. ;)

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