But I’m sure she has had days, way before this, that she’ll never forget.
Whateva.
Conclusions, from concussions of too many nights of fussin.
Constantly rushin, to conclusions mind fuckin,
Black, but now I’m feeling like a White Russian-
Dark skins Miss, I’m going to miss.
Your kiss was delish,
Was delish, Now shit smell like fish.
At night I wish,
My mind circling, missing you Miss?
Today-my heart fell below the grid, under the abyss.
While my heart hid-My eyes, had no lids,
I could see clear, my reflection in the mirror.
It was ME! At first I couldn’t see,
What my heart was trying to telling me.
What, she was telling me.
What, I was tryin to tell me…
IT’S OVER. FOOL.
