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You Use To Call Me' Poo'

By Cwm

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

"Poo" I heard, from your loving eyes, but sadly, it turned to be fake love, that had a wicked disguise. I heard the regrets, of you meeting me, that I was the one, you never wanted to see. What did I ever do so wrong? Why am I writing this very sad song? Are you confused, or angry? Or maybe I hurted you, maybe. I regret nothing, for I loved you, and believe it or not, I still do. You were so cold, on the phone, you told me never to walk in your home, you said don't call forever, and don't come and see me, never. My heart is broken into two, I never excepted this from you, I thought you loved me, I really do, I still rememeber, you use to call me "Poo" ~CWMMy "boo" use to call me "poo" Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 12:58 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1

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