Sunday, March 28, 2010

She sleeps with fiolance, and when she wakes
her hair is messed up, and her lips are dry.
She's always late, and forgets to call you back
eventhough she promised. She laughs too hard,
and way too much. She can't handle love, or
make any choices. She's clumsy, selfish and
impatient. She complains, She wines, She nags,
She's perfect.

She's perfect in her own way..

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