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cierra-rose
cierra-rose
Poetry is my escape.
Yesterday, I asked for a sign. A sign that would tell me if This thing between you and I Was worth it... Today, I believe that sign was given to me. Given to me as I feel my heart race When I see a girls *** not her face And it wasn't mine... Tomorrow, I will be doing me. Doing me because the guy I thought was great Turned out to be fake So now its over...
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
Its Over
Call me a million things But never refer to me as a ***** My friends say it jokingly But from you it's offensive. I don't care if you're playing around. The word ***** should never escape your lips. Not when speaking of me. I do so much for you... I am not your ***** I will never be your ***** Don't refer to me as a ***** You catching my drift? Cause baby as soon as the word leaks through those lips I kiss on a daily... It'll be over faster then you can say I'm sorry baby.
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
Don't Let The Word Escape Those Lips Of Yours