How come when I call you don't pick up the phone?
How you want me when it's a girl at home,
You only want me when you're sleeping alone,
If it ain't two then it's none that you want.
We go back and forth and fuck after dark,
The shit gets tiring but I can't get enough,
From Friday to Sunday we fuck til I'm weak & then I don't hear from you until the next week..
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A Girl In A Nutshell
PoetryWelcome to the thoughts in my head. Everything i've ever felt, thought, or wanted to say verbally. I live inside my head so, enjoy!
