MaybeA Poem by A. E. Red
Sick of all the maybe's, the what if's and could be's. Sick of the games, the f**k boys and should be's.
Maybe if I was just... a little bit thinner, a little less crazy, not such a sinner.
What if I had just... met you before, when life was simpler, when I wasn't a w***e.
How many games can I play and be played? No good for love, just good to get you laid.
Everyone's a f**k boy, not one can commit. Just spread them legs, girl. Everything's fine...for a minute.
We both know the should be. Could be, would be. Just a little hurt first. But still just a maybe.
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Added on June 20, 2017 Last Updated on June 26, 2017 AuthorA. E. RedCharles City, IAAboutI am a walking oxymoron. Sad, but silly. Lazy, yet anxious. Horror-obsessed and phobic. A loner who craves attention and company. An obsessive-compulsive, yet careless woman. I'm a 29 year old mother .. more..Writing
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