Don't beleave a man

I hate to cheat
but I THINK I am in love with you
don't mind her, she comes secound to you.
those flower I bought her, don't compair to the boob
job I got for you. The wedding ring don't mean anything
you are already having a child of mine, but I guess
if you prosest I'll have to open your vains and
people will just think you went insane...
forever lost in ah world with no coast
you where cheap fun all through the run
nothing more then just fun......

poem by Terry halvorson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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