the cape of a unicorn
covers the closet of things forbidden to my new friends to see.
a night of liquor and good ass trees, and the beautiful vibe lead me to believe.
that i could slip off your jeans.
unsung words fooled me
strange dreams and buffalo shrimp and fried wings
a belly full of food
opening doors without the doorbell ringing
yes i wanted that thing
but with a balance, a 50/50, a comprise, to help us find a way to fix it.
you ask me to be the woman you need, but i keep ignoring my needs
i just don't understand why its so hard for you to dish out what you pan
im scared to fall back and say fuck it and ignore your feelings
heart and soul won't let me, so i fight and do what you need me to do anyway
but i just don't know what's fair anymore
but i feel guilty...for wanting these things
i don't mean to pry, but i mean should i?
