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Jan 2013
It's close to midnight.
When he calls.
After not calling all day.

He ask you the stupid question.
What are you up too?
Would you like some company?

And like a woman not thinking.
You say sure.
While your mind tries to advise you.
You should have said no.

He arrives within thirty minutes.
With a smile upon his face.
He hunger for you.
Yes, he wants you badly.

Which is sad.
Because he using you for his own benefits.

A wise woman knows the tricks.
She would have advised him not to move to quick.
As much as he think he's getting in.
She would have told him to be just friends.

But wise is not you.
Cause, what he has you want too.

Which is sad.
Cause in the morning he will be gone.
And again you will be alone.

Which is sad.
Cause you loves to tell friends that you're grown.
But move quick when you receive an unexpected call.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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