Spare Me the Next

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December 2011

Sometimes a girl enters your life just to make it all better,
give you clear skies just to later make it wetter,
like i'm a squirrel before the winter i buried my nuts,
to find out someone else dug then up, who gives any fucks?

plus on this deluxe you go way above drugs,
and at home with the thugs it's thoughts of you that bugs,
so how do you fix a problem you post lies as statuses,
poke holes deep enough to push her away from cactuses,

maybe because of you i got used to the thought of being happy,
thank god i didn't hold on for too long, i would've felt crappy,
why does a smile always outplay the face made out of love,
must be a technical issue with my noggin above,

i used to dream and wake up to your text,
now i awake and pray for god to spare me the next,
only hopeful thought is that i can't claim you an ex,
but what i said about honesty you forgot after sex.

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