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Chokes of the Heart:

Why does he treat me like I have got no heart to feel his shining wrongs? You keep working, a Clive to your laptop like that old uncle rocking the chair. Not a peep to say hello And when you do, you feel dizzy. I just wanted to feel your body on me But you put me up against the fence. Make me think my soul out While u lay on your sticky stocky bed You choke me and I get nothing else. The only ease I get is from the music I hear. It feels like I’m the only jug loving here. So what now? Where do I stand? In the spring? Or dessert.. What really could you possibly be doing to me with your freaky love? Does love set free or put in that cloudy bondage? Don't just stare like a cat. It isn't a plane or a soup It's my heart here. It bleeds like the arrows of moana. I know it's late, yeah it is! But I can't focus, you didn't even notice. You go to work pretty earlier Return scary late. No sex back to sleep. You know you're wrong Going half the sleep, I can't even disturb. Can't wake you up. I just gaze at the ceiling smelling my fat. Hey! How can I get a Little bit of your time? I’m here, I'll stay a bit more I know I’m pretty Don't you fancy those tiny waist no more? Don't you dare keep quite, don't even turn your back on me. You run from me too? You got me wanting.. I'll take you to the deepest ocean, sink you down there and kiss you back to me. You turned cold like a stone Look at you! I can't even see those white eyes. I'll make it through.. With you or without. Is she the reason? Tell me Just say it I'll understand I'll take the step walking away for best. Well it's goodbye or not. My heart and I, we will survive.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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