She'd be walking over to your house every day,
Banging on the door, buzzing on the buzzer.
You'll have the time of your life disposing of her,
Because she’s an insanely efficient stalker.
Would you want to have make love with a femme like that?
She'll bite your head off due to her insecurities built with shark teeth of attack!
Crazy, crazy girl!
Sex is present, as it would appear,
But comfort is absent, which develops the fear.
Thinking of ways to end it, now there is hate.
How to get rid; she’s like a bad dish on a plate.
She'll go to your favorite clubs,
And maneuver her way to your "other" girls.
Start spreading rumors and lies,
One of which is where “You are the sea and she is your pearl.”
She's going to tell them to back off,
And she’s going start crap all the time.
She's going to make it so that looking at another girl,
Is the ultimate crime!
Crazy, crazy girl!
Insecure, psycho, paranoid,
She’s always asking you to listen.
Then when she knows that she’s got you in her hooks,
She’ll ignore you, right after she has contained you inside a prison.
Consoling her, it feeds her; a parasite;
She is taking away every single ounce of your might.
She'll go insane when she finds out that you've got a special someone.
Her brain ticks up and she'll do anything for your attention which takes away your fun.
Steal time, grab, entice or annoy you... how can you live your life?
If this is the case, it seems you are better off stabbing yourself with a knife.
Crazy, crazy girl
I don't want, no, no,
No crazy, crazy girl.
No, no, I don’t want this,
Crazy, crazy world!
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Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
