Im parked in front of this clinic, been waiting for 40 min, the girl that im with is in it and recently been admitted, I play it cool but Im sick to my stomach knowing we did it, sometimes I just wish she had it though I never admit it. I get a text from the dude tellin me come and kick it. Im passing time as I rhyme from the drivers side of the civic or maybe it was a sentra, honestly dont remember, what I do is the guilt and religion says Im a sinner, so how do I keep revealing agony that Im feeling try to keep my composure. Shes walking out of the building, told her I was her chauffer anywhere Id be willing to take her long as were done by 6:30 I got some dealings. And I know she thinks Im week and shes sucking in her teeth like how could you leave me now when you promised to stay and sleep. And I feel like Im a thief cuz Im overwhelmed with this grief, Ive stolen her innocence and I sold it back to her cheap. And I feel disgust too that it can be us two as happily ever after that chapter is just threw. And Im chilling with my partners and we looking for whats new, thats when I finally realized that men can be sluts too. And theres no way to divert it I know my soul is perverted. I pollenated this flower then ripped it out of the surface, over watered the roots and the truth is I need some purpose. Lord knows Im not perfect, f***. youtube/watch?v=a1q0La9rd14&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 16:38:48 +0000
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