Tue, 12/02/2014 - 19:57 -- Jgomez9


You saw me as your porcelain doll

your darling girl

Your perfection

but There was an immaculate exception

you thought i was your faithful pet

the dog who'd 

"she'd be back"

But when my temper rose

and my feelings froze

you blamed me for the fucked up shit you chose

And when the time came 

I, like always, took the blame 

for your shame 

when it was you, not I

who did the dirt 

but i was the one who always seemed to get buried 

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