Oh boyfriend of mine.
Why , Oh why
Must you lie
Want friends over me?
That is just fine.
You want your friends over me
Don’t have a dime to spend on me
I’m not the time of day or time of week
When you see your friends everyday of the week
I just sit home
With a remote in one hand
And a nunchuk in the other is that so bad?
I don’t do nothing just sit at home all day
As you giggle around the streets of MA.
Why , Oh why
Must you lie
Want friends over me?
That is just fine.
Why must I feel like I’m going to die
While your out there just living a lie
I hope god strikes you down for this
And repay back and leave me with a gentle kiss
Let this not be the end
Let it not. For that I just want to be together more
The closer we are the better it gets. I love you without a doubt in my mind.
So do me this…
Chill with friends a bit less and chill with me more often.
Why , Oh why
Must you lie
Want friends over me?
That is just fine.
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