Tears On a Rug
She walks
fast
talk slow
sometimes
her days crash
and words just flow
she dance her nights
to sleep
Talk
her dayz is deep
her impression of life
is looking good
and smelling fine
in eyes of others
But
Behind close doors
her tears
roll steaming
off her caramel
skin
in to a Rug
where her love
begin and end
with a thug
thats cares within
He crush his enemy
buys her everything
a penny brings accept
love
sleeps around with any
girl after nights
at the club
Oh she's standing
on the rug
he was killed on
blood drip like
sweat from his
face and she
stares into
a dark life
full of disgrace
with tears on the rug
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