Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Heart to Know You
It is what it does, a throbbing heart, it ain't what it won't, last apart.. First to catch a beating, a bloody rush, last to be deceiving, persistent nerve gush.. Feelings is just feelings, so says I am, but the red does things that passion can't.. Lust is another, do doth in grams, like a temporary high, those one night stands.. A fling, fvck is that, flirtatious beings uneventful two night jams.. When you swing, hell fvck that means, take those keys and ride off a cliff, tell that shit to 'Stan'.. An open, don't even get me to sit with you there, fall back point blank, I fvckin' swear.. You musical sex partner ho's, don't need to know, can smell a skank from a mile or so.. That 'long-throated mistress waitin' on that milky whisper', aha, wait wait.. Just can't take it anymore, It is what it don't, a ravaged heart, It ain't what it wants, to push restart..
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