This life....
If I cry two
tears for her that will be the most that I would give her. She left me stranded
in my nightmares taking pictures of my memories while she right there. Twisting
the blade in my heart deep, always in my mind so I can’t sleep. She used to
tell me she was all mine now the only way I see her is online.
I’m doing
drugs just trying to feel you; I’m killing me trying to reach you. I built my
life around you; I thought I found it all when I found her. How’ you really
feel I may never know. As I walk around with my hands on my waist and my eyes
fixed to oblivion I realize some things never change; once in love and its gone
you don’t look at it the same. To hell with love cause she doesn’t live here. I
am soaked in blood but am still here. Heart breaks, straight faced, stressed
out now feeling like I up and left you. I will be the first to say she ain’t
the one you want to play with.
I said I wanted
love and now am a slave to my grave, I won’t get out and I can’t quit. She menstruates
weekly, her vibes covers kept me warm. The source of her heart is love and she
used to be the object of my affections, God’s essence, God bless her. She made
me some friends, many more resented me for writing about my life, that I should
have stayed quiet. She took me to places I would have never seen without her. I
doubt I’ll ever be the same, hallowed be thy name.
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