KYLE
Well this is the story of louise aden
Sweet sweet girl
When I think of how I used her my heart starts aching
Born to mother with drug problems
Always sleeping with different men to solve her problems
So louise developed a twisted version of love
Atleast she made sure all her 'boyfreinds' used a glove
That's right she quantified love as sex
She built up quite a rep
And I was next
I followed the sick standard procedure
Told her how I cared for her
How I would do anything for her to be sure
Couple of weeks later told her I loved her
Couple of hours later we were under the covers
Eventually she found out our sick game and ended it
Felt so used she took her own life and just ended it
You think I made it karma free?
What if told u everygirl I see
Is a crying louise
I only tell you this cuz I'm drunk
Can't stay with someone's blood on my hands no more
So I'm gonna end it all with the gun in my trunk
Sometimes it would be nice to
Sometimes it would be nice to trade our eyes in like a car, eh? Good writing. I like the way you pointed out the picture of dating being like something of an 'assembly line', which is really a common thing in subcultures. Very real.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thanks alot :) check out
thanks alot :) check out the 1st part