Contagious
I woke up in the morning and smiled at my man and he smiled into the eyes of
his other lover
I gave him a diamond ring and he used it to decorate the finger of that child that
would never call me mommy
i gave him kisses so soft and sweet, but he tasted her lips when he came from
tasting mine
I gave him the most fatal disease: love, and he spread it every where, every
where but to me
Copyright © Shaneika Cooper | Year Posted 2006
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