Shamar is her name,
lies alone in bed at night,
with a paining leg.
I sweet talk her to sleep,
addicted to Shamar like a drug,
but she is a drug no man can afford.
There is me, cold enough to be left alone.
Shamar is her name,
An angel beneath cold sheets,
She is the south. I am the north.
We explode and laugh it off,
Shamar is her name.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 5:32 AM UTC
Shamar is her name,
lies alone in bed at night,
with a paining leg.
I sweet talk her to sleep,
addicted to Shamar like a drug,
but she is a drug no man can afford.
There is me, cold enough to be left alone.
Shamar is her name,
An angel beneath cold sheets,
She is the south. I am the north.
We explode and laugh it off,
Shamar is her name.
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