There’s no love
All is lie
To play with your heart ?
Grasping the feeling of lust?
For everyone to hope you are with a class?
But you are grumbling with the ladies chart
With their bar and pie charts?
Really you gnash?
I love tits
No tights
I’d handed my tithe
No my eyes are romancing the skies
You possess likes
Lemme book the flight
The brighter of light
Depth in closing thy sight
Praise thee for thy is strong and might
Turn up
I was in love
I was down
I got the style but
I was font
I jabbed the crown
The anxiety was a thorn
Notifications of transitioned freaking in town was eluded
Unbalanced account was lost of dims
You getting it? Then forget it
BY:CAMARA BARNES
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