Friday, March 15, 2013


She's in love with the idea of being in love
Superficial thinking its all kisses and hugs
Craving her fix like a drug
Her magic tricks me like a vanishing rug
Realizing the hole she dug
Too overwhelmed she flies away like a bug
When cup runneth over she empties my mug
No longer fights for love or tug
All an act she slowed her roll like a slug
She punked out causing my shoulders to shrug

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