"This is really one of my dumbest flows ever I havn’t slept in days
And me and my latest girl agreed to go our seperate ways So i’m single...
Thinking about what we had and missing you
But I aint santa, I got something for these bad b*tches too" -DraKE
I've never been one for fairytales, but sweetheart, our ending cant be nothing more than destiny's typo;
Mistakes written in between bedsheets, our addiction keeps our hearts begging for more;
but you see, with each hit, each lift, im left feeling death in between my thighs;
Like a mother baron the outcome is me stricken and gasping for life;
You might just be the death of me, souls consumed into what...love? lust?
Back and forth, a simple game of cat and mouse has turned into the survival of the heart;
leave me be so I can perish alone, no heroes in this fable for i have fell in love with the vixon;
Like the seductress she is her words never fall short, and her touch continues to string me along;
A love spell finally in effect, im affected by the times spent, and the constant nights of her head on my pillow;
so riddle me this...
What happens when the pages have ran dry because this poet refuses to write anymore
refuses to cry anymore
What happens when my pen resents my scriptures of you, for i have bled too many times from my paper thin heart
As deadly as the blade that once caressed my skin,your double edged swords have re structured my whole being;
So this is how it goes, always the same
I'll walk, even if you leave, bc deny it or not your wrist will always be tied to mine
But by time the distance hits you time would have already put a block on your memory
Faded away like the lines underneath my nostrils,
you have surpassed even my strongest addictions, becoming a mere sin to be washed away
And this is why I never really believed in fairytales, bc once the high comes down and reality kicks in
Happy ever after was a dream invested, and time wasted... with you
R.I.P (9-8-09)
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