Real?
He's tellin' me its not just me, it's him as well, but if it was him then he shouldn't
of said those words he tells. He said "I Do" when he didn't but he said that he
did. Sewing these seeds that will grow into weeds. This guy has me trippin', so
unsure of myself. Don't know if I should quit him because it might be real. But if
that was the deal, then let me tell you watz up. He'd love me for me whether I'm
talkin' or moanin'. Take me as I am thick-a-licious or just skinny. My shoe size
wouldn't matter and in his eyes, my smile would be perfect. He'd walk across the
longest desert with no water for me. So this must not be.
Copyright © Zia Crenshaw | Year Posted 2008
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