Go ahead, dear diary will kill me again.
Love is lustless but lust is loveless
like I need you...
cause apparentley you don't need me
Go away angel I'm not playing anymore
Touche then lover come and see what real life tastes like
You used me...played me like a fool
A love drunk, addicted to physical touch, touch, touch as in f.ck.
You killed me that night, I killed me that night, I shake as I write.
Goodnight, goodnight, GOODNIGHT! ! !
Zack Daley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-call-angel-i-call-whore/
