Aint mi gurl
I met a women who wouldn't say hello,
she was in my life before I could let you know,
so hard to find a little find like this one-
don't ya know?
It wasn't me who became the Ogre,
it was my entire past,
she magnified to intense proportions over night,
but that women still only shows her teeth white-
in my dreams,
and in my coherent mind,
the rudeness shines,
in others as well,
pours like pales when I don't get what I want-
I feel like my past might as well be gone.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2013
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