the boys i mean are not refined by E. E. Cummings
the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night
one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined
they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite
the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss
they speak whatever's on their mind
they do whatever's in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance
You lied to my face,
and now you expect me to forgive you.
You've done this to many time for me to forgive you.
I can't trust you after what you have put me through.
You don't know how this truly hurt.
I loved you, but yet you betray me.
I gave you my heart, I gave you everything
I can't help but cry
knowing i can't trust you.
You were my everything and this is how you repay me
lieing to my face,
stabbing me in the back.
It really hurt but now i know who you truly are,
nothing will ever be the same.
But all i know is i'll be their for you no matter what.
And i myself will never lie to you,
and that's a promise.
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and I. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be suprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
