Geremia
Geremia
Mar 07, 2012

HONEY

HONEY

He slipped his number
In your hand
“A handsome man
Of sixty-two”
Said you.,
Honey.

You were only thirty-three’

You liked his Lauren and Armani
Were impressed by his Tommy
“Never saw nails so clean and shiny”
Said you
again,
honey.
“Must have loads of money…

That was the end of me
Now he’s screwing you
And you’re “screwing” him
Just like you screwed me
Honey.

By the way.
Did you know
I still cry over you,
Honey..

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Nordic cloud

I am laughing, 'scuse I.
This just made me laugh,
although its deadly serious beneath, (tongue-in-cheek)
great fun though.
Anni