While the poison seeped into my heart, it had hit my brain first... It drove me insane.
If you don't love her let her go,
If you don't need her let her know,
Playing with a woman's mind is dangerous,
Playing with her emotions is fatal,
Honestly, some men never leave the cradle,
They want their cake and they eat it to,
Got a wife, a side chick, and Betty Sue,
Love her or return her that's the trick,
If not chances are you'll end up sick,
Return her to happiness,
Return her to joy,
She's not a play thing ,
She's not your toy,
Return her to life,
Return her to freedom,
And words to the ladies,
Remember you don't need him.
If he don't love you let him go,
You don't need him, let him know,
Playing with your mind is dangerous,
And playing with your emotions is fatal,
Give him his cake and let him eat it to,
Your his wife, but grab side chick and Betty Sue,
Bake the cake together that's the trick,
Chances are he'll end up sick,
He'll probably just end up in a cradle,
Eating smashed peas from a ladle.( Originally written: April 5, 2016 10:57 PM)
Poison for a poison...

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The Evolution of Myself
PoesieA collection of poems I have written from age 13 till now.