and already she knows me better than you. but we're fire and dance around these circles we create without a fucking clue. doing whatever the fuck it is you want to do, like a man thinking through his women then out the window he flew. what do you feel like today? a lazy weekend and no one willing to play but i often complain and you're a dry cascade with uterus walls that scream about shit MAKING ME FEEL SMALL. then it seems, as the fire grows wilder, that you are always lurking my mind up in your dreams. manly shit, you've got the mean reds and hunger pains, giving you ample room to bask in it.... shake your ass to it... run some cash for it.... putting people last then it's out the door as she yells for more, calling you back because you play true. brown petite and loyal.
how we got so spoiled?
then tossed in the trash with all the Other royals. that shit is soon dumped because even i don't want that old thing. that shit is thrown in a box marked "THINGS EYE SING..." really SANG but I'm lethargic and my mind is drained. eyyyeee.... love you like my hair that's coiled. brown petite and loyal.
how we got so spoiled?
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
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