I Write Poetry
Not gunna try.
All he wants is his hands between my thighs.
When I see his chest- all I see is a bulls eye.
Shoot him in the heart this is goodbye.
Never speak a word of it just like when you give me no reply.
should have known my love was something to glorify.
Now all you get to do is mummify.
All he wants is his hands between my thighs.
When I see his chest- all I see is a bulls eye.
Shoot him in the heart this is goodbye.
Never speak a word of it just like when you give me no reply.
should have known my love was something to glorify.
Now all you get to do is mummify.