Pale as the decisions she makes...
Legally blind to this lust...
Black hair is so decieving...
But her skin makes me trust...
Unsure about her pride...
Its me...
She decide..
While this "beautiful connection"...
...she hides..
Why?
Is my focus to blurry...
For a perfect picture to print...
Or is...
My personal life "eye balled" when i..
decide to..
Vent?
Am i dressed to uh...
"fingerbanged"
... For you to explain?
Wanted a relationship..
And came my way?
Why?
Am i..
To hard...
..to maintain...
Bumping our heads into facts...
We are using the wrong Tac-...
Tics..
So as i...
Lay...
With my arm across yo chest...
i wonder if i lay
With a "Like" full of regrets?