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true love
by Shonda Chrissonberryyou will hate me soon
when the pink nail polish begins to chip
and the tiara begins to slip
and the glitter lip gloss starts to smear
the true me itching to get out
when the sideways glances start to get evil
and the late night texts start to question your manhood
and the words start to tear at your lungs
and in that moment
you will not be able to resist me 10/02/2011 Posted on 10/02/2011
Copyright © 2026 Shonda Chrissonberry
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 10/03/11 at 12:53 AM Oh my! This tears at the heart like few other poems can; yes, I'd say that this was 'love'. Nicely done my sweet friend. Absolutely wonderful. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/03/11 at 10:49 PM You really know how to draw first blood in this. I think this was just great. |
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