Exclusive…

Exclusive?

Don’t lie.

I see more than you know.

You can’t keep your pants up,

your dick runs the show.

I’m disappointed.

I’m hurt.

I thought you were strong.

But you’re nothing so special.

About you, I was wrong.

 

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Monday (hindsight)

Shit.

Procrastination.

Nothing to show.

A house half vaccummed,

half the grass had a mow.

Resented by my teenager,

contempt is coming from my man.

I need to shake my focus,

and have faith in who I am.

 

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Consequences…

 

The truth’s coming out,

unprepared for the hurt.

mutual secrets and lies,

angry dishing of dirt.

Jealousy sparking a fire,

in the ashes of fraudulent eyes,

hypocritical accusations

rage war against guilty denies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Two wrongs…

 

My conscience isn’t heavy,

we’re even,

I believe…

Between us we have secrets,

together we deceive.

Suspicious every minute,

our guilt makes us accuse,

green eyed monsters know no reason,

each others trust we both abuse…

 

 

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Fries, lies and alibis…

Hickory dickory doo

He swore to be loyal and true

But his lies are unravelling

with gossip that’s travelling

Hickory dickory doo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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