by Tyanah August
AFTER A LONG, HARD NIGHT
I TAKE A DRAG FROM A CIGARETTE
'I THOUGHT U DIDN'T SMOKE.' HE SAYS.
'I THOUGHT I DIDN'T DO ALOT OF THINGS.' I REPLY.
HE KNOWS HE'S IN MY HEAD
ANOTHER SNAKE IN THE GRASS
ANOTHER WET SPOT IN MY BED
AS I LAY I THINK ABOUT THE ONE I THOUGHT I COULD LOVE FOREVER
THE ONE I CHOSE TO SPITE ON THIS NITE
BY FUCKIN ANOTHER FELLA
I WONDER IF HE'S WITH ANOTHER BITCH
LAID UP THINKING ABOUT ME AT THE VERY SAME MOMENT
I WOULD CALL BUT THAT'S RUDE
I'VE GOT COMPANY
I DON'T RESPECT HIM THOUGH
HE CAN'T MAKE LOVE TO ME
ONLY THRUST AND PUSH AND PUMP
NOT STROKE AND DIP AND KISS
SO SOFTLY
SO SLOWLY
THAT BASTARD DOESN’T CARE ABOUT ME
I TAKE A SIP OF MY NITECAP
AND TELL OLD JACK TO MAKE HIS SOLES CLAP
THEN AS SOON AS THE LOCK SNAPS
I'M DIALING 7 DIGITS BY HEART
BUT
NO ANSWER
I LAY ALONE
SOUL EMPTY
TEARS IN MY EYES
BODY AS COLD AS SNOW
THINKIN 'OH WELL, MAYBE TOMORROW'
* Tyanah's blog: spreadknowledgenotgossip.blogspot.com
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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