Just one wish!
Just one wish!
I am lonely.
Get me out of this trap!
Get me out of this lonely world!
Get me out of this lonely world!
Get me out of this lonely land!
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”I can still feel you on my finger tips,
Wine flavored lip gloss. Loose lips, Sink Ships. He’s got the claws like a the jaws of a beasts. He opens my mind like he’s cutting me open like, I am a glass jar. Thickening my insides. Just like the blanket, he wraps me up. So tightly I can’t get out. I am suffocating in his world.
Pink pads for all the pink little lace dresses. For all the pink rabbit masks. Baby I ask, ”Am I your secret obsession?” Am your secret lesson?” ”Just some girl you used up to dry your wet ones with so, you can toss up and buy more with.” ”To use your lustful tokens galore with.” ”So, you can say I broke up with her, ”she was too much,” I found some other whore.” She was less,” ”Let me say a DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. LESS OF A BROKEN SLITHERED SLUTTY MESS.” ”This new little will do.” ”Onto the next high heel toe.” Onto ”the next girl to lick my new steel toe shoe boots.” She won’t cry and scream like Corvina did.”
“Bear looks at his new little and laughs! and, said “You see this ribbon here!” ”I burn ribbons like hers when, ”they act up and I send little girls like her off in boxes with the word in it called, ”worthless’!’ ”obsession”!” Don’t be worthless!” I will do the same to you.” ”He looks at his new little ties a purple ribbon around her blonde hair and burns Corvina’s pink ribbon and laughs.”
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Force
Druggie, drugged out machine,
Popping molly, snorting smack, sipping lean.
Smuggling, juggling to make the next dolla’.
I see you chase women, but, you really only chase the green.
Money hungry fiend, trapped out, never keeps a bag out.
Don’t want them coppa’s finding out.
Do you always force your way into women? Like you force your way into live?
Born on the countryside, living in a city, barely getting out a live.
Trying to survive, look- alive, look a-live. It’s a trap boy coming.
Stunting, just another lost boy on the run.
Ran all the way to Miami, has no home, or a family.
Has a little girl, but, can’t be her daddy. Doesn’t know how to be a father.
Living a life, of drugs, thugs and hoes and luxury. No friend to himself or his enemies.
It’s so sad to see someone so lost, he preys on the weak.
He thinks his trap game is on fleak, he thinks he is unique but, really he
is a weirdo-freak. Normal girls don’t suite his needs. Has to prey on the weak,
Forcefully fucking her mind, hate fucked her, pressed and pushed his way into her thighs.
”I am not like other guys.” He said. Your actions speak for your words boy. Words are like curses, I spit these verses, I am not afraid to voice my feelings.
when, another human being inflicts their hatred on me. I cast you out physically and spiritually.
I am gonna force you out. Just like you forced yourself on me.
Not real
Never had anything real between us.
Besides, sex, drugs and the power of lust.
You never call or text me anymore.
Not sure what to think. Drop you, stop
talking to you and push contact button to delete.
He said, ”we would’ve continued to see each other.”
Not sure where I stand.
I thought you were a grown man.
Inside your a little boy.
Inside, I am just a little girl.
I feel like I am running with scissors and,
your breaking all your toys.
Tired of looking at the memories and pictures.
I am left wishing, I had never met you. I could’ve cut the memories into pieces.
You had me wishing and guessing we would stay together.
Tired of spending these cold nights alone forever.
I used to drink a bottle of wine a night and I flushed it with some crystal dreno.
I look at my friends pictures and your fucking her now.
Wishing my reality wasn’t real. These feelings make me not want to feel.
The haunt of our nights spent together still haunt me.
I am wanting to pray. Please god take this pain away.
Feelings of Jealousy and, of disgust, feelings that you get from a relationship
full of hatred, lies and lust.
He’s not real and neither are we.
There is no we, in you and me.
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