then i agree...
I
cannot contrive
He
I took her sideways view and looked away from you
He cab't deceive that he really is me
or she....
no one here...tells the truth
A story
A story mother
A father wrapped in a boy's man suit
sterile with the loot
I am sorry i f***ed your best friend in gravy
It's alright...i blew your father and finger f***ed your auntie at the enterance...
IN OUR HEARTS WE ALL LIE TO OURSELVES
now i cant put the broken pieces back
in place
Just pouring it out like the shit you tell your friends over cofee, scratching on the floor
but i'll be there after i promise it won't be me again
and i will watch silently
i won't stray......
See it wouldn't be me!
They will lie to you and i will know it too
and you will lie, the sky will shine
but i will always be true enough to do
the same behind your back ...please take me
back
i won't slack...cuz...sex with you is like reese's pieces of Reese Witherspoon
(hummmm....she got sucked in, in Fear by a man who ripped up her daddy's girl bracelet
hummmmm.....in cruel intentions she got caught up in another similiar reputation....weak ...
well honey! this be wear life imitates art)
GLAD YOU HOLD ME HAND!
yeah....
Reason for writing:
A young man in a black leather long coat ?
a chronic cheater?
a perverted song to top of our rounds of ones to piss off the overbearings at the lunch moments?
Birth sign: Virgo
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