(Soft, dark, sinister guitar music in A minor, slightly Spanish-sounding, and a female voice with an accent that sounds EXACTLY like a white girl from America imitating a Spanish accent)

It’s not your handsome face
It’s not your strong embrace
It’s not your charming ways

It’s not your tracts of land
It’s not your perfect hands
It’s not your firm demands

It’s not that I love you
It’s not that you love me
But that’s a pleasant surprise

You’re not the victim here
I’m going to love you, dear
Until one of the three of us
Dies.

It’s not the way you walk
It’s not the way you talk
It’s not the way you **ck 

It’s not the way you smile
And give a cute denial
When she begs to reconcile

It’s just the way she cries
When you look in my eyes
It makes her agonize

You’re not the victim here
I’m going to love you, dear
Until one of the three of us
Dies. 

She’ll have her life to live
And I will not forgive
And she will not forget

It’s not your fault darling,
It’s not your fight to win
I need her sweet regret

The one who I despise
will have to pay my price
And I will take her prize

You’re not the victim here
I’m going to love you dear
Until one of the three of us
Dies.

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Author guidance for This poem

These are some of the songs that I write in my head when I'm playing guitar, and only sort of thinking about the words. That's not to say that they don't need to make sense or mean anything, just that they're more of a complement to the music than a point to be made by themselves.

updated Oct 24 '09 by Rac7hel