She takes... My breath...away And I be like: "Damn! Can 'I' breathe today?" Within these lungs Is the air "I" breathe But she just takes, takes, takes... With such an ease... Never saying, "May I?" Or "How do you feel?" My reality is a fallacy So she can't be real. But there she lies On "her" half of [my] bed "I'm so cold baby," So I shiver instead. And let's not even talk About gettin' some a'ight Only time that's happening Is when her purse is just right [with my money!]. So why do I put up When she's not even putting out The air is too dense I can't even shout. I don't know why, but I can't leave I'm in love [I guess...], so I just give to appease. Cus' in Love's election, I placed my ballot for "Erection" And now everything she says I believe. "Can I just have?" "Ooh! There goes the shoes I always wanted!" Boy! I swear my life is a house And she is the reason it's haunted. I still fall for her though [shit!] Even though I know she's false I don't even know why...am I still alive? Somebody please check my pulse. Is this the norm? Feel my head...am I warm? I thought love completed you Not leave one in a voidless form. But that's all I have to say At least for now I need to get out of this... Someone please tell me how. (Thank you for reading this. There will be a pt. 2 coming out soon. So stay tuned and any and all feedback is greatly appreciated, whether you like this or not. ttyl. Have a great day...and thanks again!) |