stains on the sheets by Matthew Sharp who are you to argue with me baby? if you wouldve looked me in the eye youde never have to lie wouldnt cut my ties gotta let it go stoppin slow now that i know we aint ever gonna roll together i help myself feel better still a little numb at the strip club come back had a threesome most men would consider themselves lucky having these two honeys driving all the way from kentucky just to fuck me i feel so shallow like an uphill battle to chasing my shadow jumping through hoops to no end in sight last night kissing heather pulled lisa in by the belt loop to let her know its alright im zoning getting caught in the moment usually its sacred sweaty and naked gaurd my heart so theyll never be able to break it hours go by knocked the lamp on its side from the wall to the floor three or four peaks each the stains on the sheets can easily be bleached but my honor was tested like my soul was molested i would none of the above when i cant find love no trust just lust to fill the gap i mustve snapped held back frustration and i for the first time a woman slept next to me without having sex with me after a month of rubbing and kissing patiently waiting four or five months of observation before statin my intention to get her attention the mixed messages suck maybe she was just drunk when she grabbed my penis like a genius whispered to me how bad she wanted to fuck we usually know whats next but she like to get me erect then tell me no sex the house to myself and so we spent the night were grown it should be known that it aint right to act like that with me so wet i could see the spot through her capri's i just cant take i almost wanna call her fake i know its best to let it go suppose i dont need it especially if she takes the time to read this unlike her im not being facetious you can believe this turned a few women down being fooled like a clown a ghost of a memory that may or may not come back when you mature and learn how to act youll see why i acted like that your words dont match your actions thats what gave me the urge when we where in your car to ask when are you gonna grow up cuz you might not be what you think you are unless you was lying to avoid the stress of trying to get it off your chest i dont even wanna know laying next to an ice sculpture whose pose like snow left me froze and over-exposed my soul melts like rain with only myself to blame im not ashamed its not a game just memories im cherishing i pray she dont embarass me i dont need no help i do that just fine by myself 09/20/2009 Posted on 09/20/2009 Copyright © 2026 Matthew Sharp Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/20/09 at 10:41 PM Intense because it's packed - this puts in that nutshell, crams it all in, the disillusionment, the truth, facing the mirror and not having to look away. This represents part of the life of that tree - the one that was trampled but stood back up, the one that's been rained on, dog raised its leg on, snowed on, snipped on, scorched on and now journeys toward a new season. The next crop will be a bumper, I'm sure of it. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)