Woe For You
You should have seen the look on her face
One of anguish and pure hate
She mourned with such pitiful tears
Yet I saw through her cheating ways
She was sad she got caught
Not for her monstrous actions
Nothing but fake tears
Purposefully exaggerated
Her cheeks licked for effect
The sight of her made me sick
She was the definition of dishonour
The meaning of trash
Yet I love that girl
And believe her tale of woe
Why you ask?
Because I am fool.
The End
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Woe For You, which
was posted on Jun 26, 2011 by
aParagonofVirtue.
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"The way love goes..."
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