Sabotaging a new relationship
I'ma throw a few words out there , perhaps there's stickiness
Caveat: I spent last night listening to Barry White, Motown Classics and Old school Hip-Hop on a street corner while having a Heineken... Methinks it might color the tempo of the thrown words... hee hee
There's something wrong.
I feel a game comin on
I'm not one who leads people on
So i pay attention if my intuition's strong.
It's nothing specific. If it were I could put my finger on it, describe it, prescribe for it.
I can't.
I like you. A lot.
Perhaps our friendship was made for something different.
The cosmos banged us into each other so I could teach Alexis French
or acquire shoes to give away
or for money reasons
a different kind of season...
Maybe it's a timing thing... or a Rhyming thing :-P
I want to discover and kill the wrongness,
but I also refuse to prolong, when something is wrong.
So what does all that mean?
I'm not easily hurt, but I know what it feels like
I'm not a game to be played; regardless of how glorious the endeaver.
The ending is always the same.
There's a winner and a loser.
Caveat: I spent last night listening to Barry White, Motown Classics and Old school Hip-Hop on a street corner while having a Heineken... Methinks it might color the tempo of the thrown words... hee hee
There's something wrong.
I feel a game comin on
I'm not one who leads people on
So i pay attention if my intuition's strong.
It's nothing specific. If it were I could put my finger on it, describe it, prescribe for it.
I can't.
I like you. A lot.
Perhaps our friendship was made for something different.
The cosmos banged us into each other so I could teach Alexis French
or acquire shoes to give away
or for money reasons
a different kind of season...
Maybe it's a timing thing... or a Rhyming thing :-P
I want to discover and kill the wrongness,
but I also refuse to prolong, when something is wrong.
So what does all that mean?
I'm not easily hurt, but I know what it feels like
I'm not a game to be played; regardless of how glorious the endeaver.
The ending is always the same.
There's a winner and a loser.
Labels: mindless drivel, my zen, Street Survival, You go girl
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