Allen gill

Rookie (07-03-1991 / Cleveland)

You Slut - Poem by Allen gill

How could you be so underhanded, how dare you steal my love
you were the one I trusted and cared for, you were the one lost in the truths and dares i just wanna rip out your hair and make you as ugly as you look to me you stole what i loved you'll die in the hole i've buried for you my love is lost your not the boss you will pay

For the lovers who lost there lover by a friend, Co-worker, neighbor, whatever


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2008



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