'simp'-Pathetic
Naive in my ways,
I always seem to fall for the same "vixen",
You know the type,
Short, thick, fair skinned beauties from the land of milk and honey, that just happen to be in a relationship,
Naive in my ways,
I always seem to fall for her simplistic "deception",
You know the type,
"I love you, I miss you, I never want to lose you", all in a seductive way that send my common sense to sleep,
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Pathetic in my old ways,
I always seemed to love her even when she hurt my pride,
Even when it hurt my heart,
I always seemed to let her get away with it.
Copyright © Daniel Stretch Simbuliani | Year Posted 2023
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