This shit don't seem real,
That one minute you was here,
Now the next you gone.
I could be a little dramatic because your not deliberately gone,
Maybe it's who I thought you were,
Because I think about you and now you're a amateur.
It's a shame....
How you basically wear two names.
Your the truth at night,
But a lie at daylight.
I guess I played a fool,
Cause you played me like a goofy.
How could I be so blind?
The words you spoken was so kind,
But your eyes declined mine.
Off the many nights we exchanged knowledge,
It became strange,
Cause I never had the opportunity to do this.
It wasn't the sexual desire,
We both knew it would take us higher,
But it wasn't that...
You stole the simple things from my heart,
And created this beautiful art,
One word after another,
Made my mind bother,
It just didn't seem real.
I liked the way you maneuvered my thoughts,
Had me lost in ya sauce,
To be honest,
You weren't the first,
And you weren't the worst,
But it's a shock,
How much you were of a mental block.
You flattered me with such small words,
And little actions,
That I felt some passion.
Such a clever young man I came across,
That your as just as the rest.
Thought you might have been unique,
Could of been the way you touched me,
That just made me weak,
Not a deliberate touch,
Just a few words that lightened me up much.
I'll give you ya nominee,
Cause you were the best at lying to me.
Got me in my head thinking you were real,
Just like a man on the streets,
You was just telling me that good deal.
Can't lie,
It was good enough for me not to sell it back,
You did that,
But I don't know what I did to deserve that.
I was the girl you claim to be peerless,
My words had you like a kid in a candy store,
You thought I could be the one you could go for,
Nah,
That ain't enough.
Rest In Peace to my nigga,
Filled my heart up with milk and honey,
A easy job equals easy money.
Damn,
Rest In Peace to my nigga,
Made me laugh in all kinds of ways,
Guess it was just a phase,
That's all this generation is about.
Rest In Peace to my nigga,
Made nights feel like Michael Jackson Neverland,
I'm sure it was never planned,
Might have never been on purpose,
After all this,
I guarantee,
He still make me nervous,
Rest In Peace to my nigga
I won't feel none of this,
Because you lied,
And for that my nigga died.
Rest In Peace to my nigga.
July 12th, 2017 @naeereckless
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