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You're always the hard to love type
And I'm the stupid, love too hard type
But well, I think I can change that
God, you paint me blue and a darker shade of red
White dots
Come on boy
I used to like you a lot
But you treated me like a toy
I hold on for a while
Not once I whine
Sippin' on my red wine
Bangin' from the back of my spine
Cigarette Versace and every thing fine
I feel the electricity and I know you feel it too
I have everything, I own it all
I have you, but I don't own you
YOU ARE READING
torn at the seams
Poetrya book of words for my heart to pour ㅡ all is written by me Highest : #1 on poetry #2 on literature
