©PMcCoywrites
How can I not know;
she is agabagabious?
How can she sum up all my mistakes;
just to table them one day?
We argued about anything.
But I didn't see what was coming;
was way weightier than I thought.
Little did I know,
She busied herself piling my acts.
And she made up her mind to quit.
Just one last shot killed me.
I know there's no redemption;
when a woman wants to go.
Because her mind is made up long ago.
If you try to keep her in her state.
You will keep a ghost in a shell.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
©PMcCoywrites
How can I not know;
she is agabagabious?
How can she sum up all my mistakes;
just to table them one day?
We argued about anything.
But I didn't see what was coming;
was way weightier than I thought.
Little did I know,
She busied herself piling my acts.
And she made up her mind to quit.
Just one last shot killed me.
I know there's no redemption;
when a woman wants to go.
Because her mind is made up long ago.
If you try to keep her in her state.
You will keep a ghost in a shell.
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