By Arcassin Burnham



for a moment i believed you {loved} me,
but the {devol} had a part in you avoiding me,
too much of a good thing,
but not good enough,
i would try to make it right,
still impressing you is tough,
she had a passion for money,,
and i was the target,
putting my stacks in head locks,
when she wanted something that was marvelous,
she take the back off all her earrings,
and throws them on the couch,
runs out in the rain,
and see my standing out her house.