Treasure Island

Marie Jones


7 things I hate..1 confession


I hate those brite neon highlights
I hate the fact that you don't see that your the prettiest of all
I hate that you don't even recognize me anymore
I hate those tore up jeans that shows off your athletic thighs
I hate that your not mine
I hate that you didnt give me a second chance when i gave you more than five
I hate that when you liked me i dissed you
One confession is that..
i love, miss, and want to kiss you
I never thought that when you finally leave me to get treated better that I feel so blue.

Submitted: Thursday, November 08, 2012

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Dedicated to the girl who no longer loves me

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