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Category: RomanceRating: -1 on 11 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by gov (View user info) at 2003-11-27 16:00:54 EST
I can feel my heart beat in my lips
Waiting for the inevitable kiss
Smell you from a mile away
Hear the intelligence you display
Yet perfection will contradict
Conflict only can spoil
And we will end
We will end the kiss
We will stop the heart
We will spoil
User Reviews
Submitted by governorcommonsense (user info) at 2003-11-27 21:55:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
i am disappointed in the quality of your -2 comments.
Submitted by potatomanjack (user info) at 2003-11-27 21:40:28 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
If I could only use one word to rate this poem it would have to be:
bad.
Submitted by mox9 (user info) at 2003-11-27 21:25:07 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
weeeak. I've read Dr. Seus books better than this.
Submitted by Apathesia (user info) at 2003-11-27 21:22:33 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I can feel my ass quiver in its hips
Waiting for the inevitable kiss
Smell your dirty ass a mile away
Hear your retarded lisp to my dismay
Yet perfection will contradict
that fact that you have a dick
As we will end (in my ass)
We will end this shit
We will die
Die die die, asshat
Submitted by iddqd (user info) at 2003-11-27 19:51:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
RIVERS!
rivers is back!
+2 for rivers-liebig
Submitted by UltraJesus4000 (user info) at 2003-11-27 19:05:06 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
don't quit your day job
Submitted by kgbpasha (user info) at 2003-11-27 18:08:02 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
at least it was short and only wasted 14 seconds
of my life.
my ranks and comments are irrelevant..
Submitted by Hairsphincter (user info) at 2003-11-27 17:57:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Smell you from a mile away
Submitted by governorcommonsense (user info) at 2003-11-27 16:25:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
actually since you mentioned it (maudlin) getting drunk sounds good
Submitted by William_Q_Percy (user info) at 2003-11-27 16:14:42 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Hmmm. Good try.
Submitted by Rivers_Liebig (user info) at 2003-11-27 16:14:27 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
If crappy cliche maudlin and sentimental pieces of filth are what you call poems, then you need work.