Tired of his lips on your nips. 'Cause when he leave you feel ice sickles on the tip. Of your heart. On your mind lies he wrapped you in. In your psyche scars for all where you've been. My love can save you. Don't succumb the presents of pain he gave you. Consequences of living his theatre of pain. Synonomous to burning bridges to your future, or the bed in which you lay. So why be a fool in his court. When you can be seated by my side crowned in my heart. I'll be your sailors star. Your beacon in the storm. The redemption you seek if you fall. Don't let his presents of pain envelop you. Goddess, my love can save you.
Reason for writing:
Dedicated to those ladies who are done wrong from those brothers that are by thier side willing to do right and she don't even know it. SHALOM
p.s.
Please comment on this and my other selection. Even criticism can be good 'cause it only let's me know where I'm slippin'. Thank you all.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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