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#breakupssuck
Now... I'm not about to confess to know of this test, any more and maybe less than the usual mess. Expert wanna be burn my eyes gonna see can I make sense of this dominant stress It seems a woman plays soft thus a man plays hard but what she craves in the end she never gets Because the dynamic changes our role rearranges instincts to sustain us make our minds regress And she's a mess, (pause) that's all, just a mess... Control freak she'll bequeath he can't do between the sheets what once in his mind was sacred and bless She grows hard he goes soft happy scarred awareness lost he becomes what she hates a yes-man, yes With her eye on the prize while he loses focus she in her right lays the magick to rest 'till all that's here left to see how long it takes 'till she leaves he and follows her own sunset in the untamed West And he's a mess, (pause) that's all, just a mess... The things she'll do just to spite what he wants to and did recite but not with him, Oh Hell No, not with Her chest Fnds a way so he knows no doubt that she owns and faults him when he learns of her ****** best He can't sleep becomes a sheep MOJO lost on the heat of that which might have been had he had more zest She might have stayed had he played along with her witchy way and also respected her emotional tests? And that's the mess, (pause) that's all, just a mess...
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
☆☆☆Woman vs Man☆☆☆ aka "The Mess" (a poppy rap)
i'm ending my day as it fades to the past for my bed beckons me and sleep's coming fast just one more thing that i have to do let my mind wander— as tonight's gift to you i'm wanting for nothing save a silent desire to stretch myself out along your body's fire as my hands touch your face while you close your eyes tight i can still see you now and, my God—what a sight seeing you in my mind i forget how to breathe if this madness is love i don't want a reprieve you perfect every colour that our Maker put to you with every brushstroke every shadow and hue and it's hard to believe that you might not see the beauty you are and how you have touched me i could never forget a detail of your face you've left such an impression and much more than a trace of longing— to smell and touch and taste you opened up like a flower letting me be the dew that settles upon as you blossom today even if in your heart was my only way take all of me now if only in dreams sliding gently inside you like stolen moonbeams shining into your chamber where tonight i can't stay and our Lord's greatest work will soon be on display... maybe i've said too much but i just couldn't resist my sweet Taliya to know just how much you are missed... *
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC
na dobranich, spit dobre