She a young girl with a simple thought.
Where did all the money go?
Did it happen to disappear with him
As he stole my heart?
Motherfuxker didn't even really know
The damage he has sustained onto her
Yeah it was a heavy blow.
Five months.
Not a touch.
He couldn't even respond.
She is now stuck with simple thoughts.
Left it all alone
She's not like me
Not going off to score some more blow
She is a character
Within the screen
I met her through the phone
And I could tell.
Through the pictures.
This girl needed to weep
You don't need to worry no more.
That motherfucker is gone for sure.
But your worried for me of what he took
A G isn't enough for him as you say.
Took the heart and the none of the pain.
Like a famous line of a simpler time
You will hold all these fines.
While he has the tickets
And gets out of here in no time.
That was the day.
In Felicia's heads
As she keeps on guessing.
Whether or not
If it seems.
Would random sex recover me
From my nonchalant
Hearts is off
Memory gone
Little bit did I know
How far she was gone
Can't even tell if it was all a dream?
Motherfucker never knew what he meant to me
Kind of memories?
Who knows?
I just hope Felicia knows.
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The diary of a fiend
Poetry100+ poems that depict the intentions, dreams, and nightmares of a young writer and his battles to control his demons, vises, and life
