Sunday, July 05, 2009
Exploited
Sunday, July 05, 2009 | Posted by
The Blue genius
Another day of your life
you walk towards the stop
unimagined by the fact
all would change by tonight
there I stand with my bag
confident and poised
your eyes set upon me
its love at first sight
we talk we laugh
spend the day knowing around
I know that special smile
baby you're in for a ride
Matter of weeks
one by one all my friends meet
little do you know
i'm acting like a pimp
fair skinned soft and kind
he's just your dream you find
tugging along in daze
it was a sweet mistake
full of love full of faith
you both make out each day
you swore this was it
and I knew I got rid of you
now he wont pick your calls
he wont drop you by
he wont kiss you goodbye
he would simply watch you cry
broken, you walk to my house
only to find me waiting naked
its a wanton life once you give in
for your soul has been exploited.
you walk towards the stop
unimagined by the fact
all would change by tonight
there I stand with my bag
confident and poised
your eyes set upon me
its love at first sight
we talk we laugh
spend the day knowing around
I know that special smile
baby you're in for a ride
Matter of weeks
one by one all my friends meet
little do you know
i'm acting like a pimp
fair skinned soft and kind
he's just your dream you find
tugging along in daze
it was a sweet mistake
full of love full of faith
you both make out each day
you swore this was it
and I knew I got rid of you
now he wont pick your calls
he wont drop you by
he wont kiss you goodbye
he would simply watch you cry
broken, you walk to my house
only to find me waiting naked
its a wanton life once you give in
for your soul has been exploited.
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About Me
- The Blue genius
- Relationships and people form the center of my world... i keep on craving for more and cant get enough.. kinda sentimental of lot of things, i love reading books and painting (mspaint) and taking loooooong walks and bloggin just about everything that crosses my mind....
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