A*****eA Poem by Monica MattaI know it's not appropriate to describe bad boys as a******s, but come on! they really are, who can deny it?
Babe it hurts but you just don't mind,
you think that this things won't really matter, but let me tell you NO it matters, it all that matters. Keeping me suspended in the air, levitating as if i was a train. Take me away or let me go, just don't let me cry over you, cause that's not me, no it's not me, i don't cry i don't give my all, and when i do don't hurt me though. I trusted you, I gave it to you, but you played it babe, played it as if i was a w***e, but only God knows that you're an a*****e. © 2016 Monica Matta |
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