You make me feel like you just let me **** you to say Can't take it back
Because You know I know I don't know how I'll forgive myself for that
And I said You could do it back,
to feel like You just threw it back
with forks on a silver platter curved in so it is anti-splatter
With those eyes..
Those same eyes that convinced me that I told a lie
I love you... you finished my sentence with a Do I?
and make me feel bad like shes ending sentences, so should I
with hers... I forget who’s really the ****
Why do you torture me so? why do you treat me like that?
I'm your dandelion, make a wish, instead you **** whack
Like you have a snake, I'm just temporarily your pet rat.
Is that how it is? How could you do me like that?
Why don't you have love for me? ‘Cause they portray me as whack?
Is it because you are racist? Is it because I am Black?
'Cause I’m too awkward or ugly? 'Cause I’m too weird or too fat?
Maybe because I barely tried.. and I think you knew that...
A Story of Lost Opportunity. Makes me want start drafting my yin-yang poem idea.