Perfect Picture
They're smiling at her
not with her
as she walks down the hallway
her and her boo was a perfect picture.
So happy they seem to be
the breakups
then makeups
like your average teens.
Suddenly he called it quits
was her ears deceiving?
was she dreaming?
she's not hearing it.
Her friends said she'll get through
but to watch as he walks away with another girl
was deeply killing her
how would they know what she was ready to do.
Why wasnt she able to catch on to him?
and what he was doing behind close closets
his love for her? hell! he lost it
she believed him over them.
Her friends didnt like him a lot
they said he's not your type
you know dogs, all they do is just bite
maybe or maybe not.
A good girl and a bad guy
sometimes mixed
sometimes didnt
with him, she was shy.
No more is that good girl here
she had changed
she flirts and spits game
now he wants to be there.
His sexy creation
rocking his name
pleeease, nothing had changed
or maybe it was he imagination....
Copyright © Ms Renee | Year Posted 2010
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