Tell me you love me

I'll say that's a lie

Tell me you want me

I say good try

But touch my lips

With your fingers

Sing to me with words

Soul--that lingers

Make my body melt

One more time

Remind me of how

You once were mine

Tell me you love me

I know that's a lie

Tell me you want me

I say good try

Look at me

Look...at me...

Eyes lock

Bodies rock

So foreign

So familiar

So close

But so far

From where

We used to be...

Look at me

Look...at me...

And you.

Tell me you love me

I know that's a lie

Tell me you want me...

I say good-bye.

damn this worse than . . . . . . . . . . . bitchez

oppppp said:

damn this worse than . . . . . . . . . . . bitchez

Well, after reading this again, I gotta say--you are right. It sucks! That's what happens when you are both pissed and pissed off. But, I have to say, your criticism of a bad poem wasn't much better than the poem itself!