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He said he was a giver
He said he was a giver
Oh yes, he always gave
As a matter of fact
He gave until it hurt
Let’s talk about his giving
He gave me HSV
And he kept right on going
Just like he was the king
He gave me a case of anxiety
After I answered my front door
I screamed like a banshee
And finally hit the floor
It was his miniature face
On a baby’s body
The woman made her case
The resemblance was eerie
He gave me a complex
Even though we had sex 24x7
He said I caused him to stray
From lack of good lovin’
He gave me notoriety
My name was known far and wide
Within mistress society
And for him they all vied
I finally understood
That when he have and gave
It wasn’t very good
I decided I would waive
The pleasure of his gifts
I sent him on his way
Please take your generosity
And give it all away
To some other lucky girl
I’m sure you will agree
That future playgirl
Deserves his company
Oh yes, he always gave
As a matter of fact
He gave until it hurt
Let’s talk about his giving
He gave me HSV
And he kept right on going
Just like he was the king
He gave me a case of anxiety
After I answered my front door
I screamed like a banshee
And finally hit the floor
It was his miniature face
On a baby’s body
The woman made her case
The resemblance was eerie
He gave me a complex
Even though we had sex 24x7
He said I caused him to stray
From lack of good lovin’
He gave me notoriety
My name was known far and wide
Within mistress society
And for him they all vied
I finally understood
That when he have and gave
It wasn’t very good
I decided I would waive
The pleasure of his gifts
I sent him on his way
Please take your generosity
And give it all away
To some other lucky girl
I’m sure you will agree
That future playgirl
Deserves his company
Published 9th May 2018
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He gave until it hurt
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9th May 2018 6:35am
I'm torn between two totally separate thoughts hmmm...well at least that's something clear lol. I got it
I loved the light cleverness of wit in your words but heartache at the depth of where your inspiration lay. A serious issue cloaked in poetry, beautifully written and beautifully expressed Amanacer. Much Respect,
Survivor 🍒
I loved the light cleverness of wit in your words but heartache at the depth of where your inspiration lay. A serious issue cloaked in poetry, beautifully written and beautifully expressed Amanacer. Much Respect,
Survivor 🍒
9th May 2018 6:41am
9th May 2018 10:30am
Great flow with this one ... powerful ... yet vulnerable ... not a whiny oh poor me poem ... bravo to you and your survivor spirit ...
Anonymous
- Edited 9th May 2018 2:37pm
9th May 2018 2:36pm
You wove just a thread of humor throughout the entire poem that lightened it just enough but not too much. He gave alright...and you were right to give him over to carry on somewhere else. Gifts like that...damn, I'd pass on those too.
...Willow
...Willow
