Your sweet and sour
My very own sour patch
But you were disguised
Your a warhead
Who only knows destruction
How could you say you love me
When you really hate me
You hate everything about me
But claim that you want to be with me
Such a backwards person
But what you didn’t expect was that I was bubble gum; blowing away all of your false hope
Just like bubble gum it took me many times to get it right
To get the right bubble
The right taste
And your the gum on the bottom of a shoe
Under a students desk
No more than a wad going in trash
Or down my throat with your other children
Even though you were just a warhead you didn’t know how just hard my gum could bite back
I come in many of flavors; as so as yourself
Yet you ran out of all of those; as I got bore of all of your distasteful acts of attention
And I’m tired of you chewing on my bubbles
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Transboy Gio
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