Johnny is a man that likes one night stands
Stacy is a girl with a ring around her finger
yet an uneasy feeling still bitterly lingers
of only she could teach him the meaning of
Johnny makes his move with the sleight of his hand
Stacy doesn't notice that her drink now gone bad
she feels sick and dizzy but she smiles past it
it doesn't matter she has found everlasting
they both storm on through and go straight to bed
the feeling of regret never enters her head, but
her husband knows when he steps through that door
his marriage was an image of false pretense
something sticky slips onto Stacy's tongue
the rusted taste of Johnny's blood fills her lungs
She promised me an eternity, for what purpose
in the end i'd still end up digging two corpses
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I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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