*** Pseudotemptress was hurt. She was angry. She let the demon out. After she wrote this, pseudotemptress had her peace of mind. ***
Pardon me, do I know you?
You call upon me as if you do
I have forgotten your voice...
such a bittersweet choice...
But to forget all the words you used to whisper
and not to remember times spent together,
makes my life a whole lot better
each day, erasing every memory becomes easier
Excuse me, have we met?
Look into my eyes so full of regret
Seems only yesterday when you held me
and I shiver at this past that I see
You remind me of my stupidity
And your chauvinistic cruelty
To take advantage of my vulnerability
must have been your ultimate fantasy
Pardon me, excuse me...
Stay the fuck away from me
Pardon me, excuse me...
Your hopeless romantic, I'll never be
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
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