Roses are red....
Like the blood drawn by their thorns
As I professed my love
Only for my heart to be down trodden and slain
Temptress do these words sound humane
Or at least half as bad as how you torture pleasurable fantasies in vain…
Mimicking the moment
And painting me a TimeLine
Thru words that cause pain
when I’m already hurt
But oh nooo
You and society prefer
Fools who tell tall tales of their hearts
Void, Bare, and formless
Appalling and moral less
But pure divine loves
are shamefully marked
good guys rejected
and solemn harts are arched
for refusing to march
in a faltered false pride
like your silly friends
who idolize the type of guys
who live eat &sleep off of lies
but oh really
im the kind that yall despise
well that might change if…
if maybe I acted like
some of those repugnant hounds
who hide their hearts
and howl at thighs
ah-woohhhhh
is all you hear when you try to converse
yeah yeah babe
get me a beer
and you know you are being ignored
kinda like you did the one
by which you were adored
I gotta say karmas sweet
When your salty tears fall
Life is salty
When love is no longer sweet
But aye if you lay with a dog
Youll get flease
But you rather itch
Than be with me
You rather hurt than be adorned
By a LOVE you can believe
A love painted by words
Gifted to you from me