Loving you is a catch 22. I can make love to you but I can't have your heart. Who do you think you are Mr. Vex, Mr. AFL? You think you can just hit it and leave,Nigga please like hell. This is bullshit, I'm not like them other girls. Those hoodrat hoes you bone and over me it's them you chose. My love for you is genuine and you know I wouldn't do you wrong. I'm not the type of bitch to chase you though I waited for you this long. Till I can gather the strength to tell you face to face my pain, It'll be this pen and paper keeping me from going insaine. I love you "V" more than you could even suspect. The fact that you don't love me I'm just gonna have to except.
Reason for writing:
It sucks being in love alone
Birth sign: Libra
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