Sunday, March 1, 2009

The only thing you'll get from me,
is a wave when I walk away.

The only thing you'll get from me,
is a look of I told you so.

You can lie all you want, and she may believe your words,
But I am smarter then that, and your games,
well I will not participate.

So tell her what you want, and say what you will,
Just let it be known,

I always get the last thrill.

1 comment:

Jon said...

good one... this cuts right through all the bull crap eh??

like the spunk of this poem