****WARNING, NOT POLITICALLY CORRECT IN ANY WAY...IF EASILY OFFENDED, PLEASE DO NOT READ*****
i'll be a fucking saint for you
'cuz this is all i know, to do
when the feeling of love, it swells, in "true"
i'll endure every bruise, til i'm black and blue
i'll put up, with all your lies
your daily search, addicted thighs
dependent on your cock, like air
yet alone, you end up, and i'll still be there
i don't know why, it doesn't make any sense
you've done some shit, that would make satan wince
you're in and out and all around
but when i saw you, heaven was found
in your "odd", and you're just plain "freak"
i'm feeling things, no words can speak
i'm sitting here waiting, for your light bulb to turn
on, so that my soul, stops, this burn
burning, as in, burning up, for you
let's do this shit, let's shine on through
let's just admit
there was "something more"
i surprised you, not just another, monosyllabic whore
more than just, the latest trick
your treats, they hit me, like a ton of bricks
i was blown away, by you, your being
and god forbid, you felt it, seeing
that my heart, shined in my eyes
listening to, your "speak", so wise
not just talk to win "my prize"
the one you shot in, owned, between my thighs
the one you already had, in the kitchen
blew you, without one "quit your bitchin"
didn't whine, or complain, not once
could've bent there, longer, as in weeks or months
'cuz i've been through enough shit, "me too"
and it's turned me, twisted,
so i'm perfect for you
i can take a good rape,
like you're "hung, me", "draped"
we two, we, go well together,
you won't hear me cry, "not again", not ever
i'm nobody's victim
and i'm sick of blaming the past
a good recipe for, your possessive control, built to last
i'll be your bitch
and your pussied, boy
with a brain, all the things,
here, to bring you joy
as in, not one time, then get up and leave
this is called , "please, forever", see,
you make me grieve...
because you decided
i was just too real
surprise, what's that?
i made you feel.
something more than the typical pair
of legs you flung, slung in the air.
of asses you arched, from the back, to objectify
and i took it all, heard me moan, never cry
and, guess what?
my "jig" is up
i'll tell you one more thing
and then shut the fuck up
when you sent me off in a lyft,
you were looking to see, if it would cause a rift
didn't flinch or bat, an eye
i played your game, with a barely a sigh
i've got another confession, then i'll shut this door
when you did that, heard, the message,
"be gone little bitch, like a turned out whore"
it only made me love you more
because i can handle, all your "issues", in mind
and i can take it all, and still be kind, from behind
because i know, you're a fucked up man
and i was born to take your hand
because, i'm a fucked up boy, in truth
let's blame it on my tortured youth
we can blame it on whatever you want
just drill me deep, and call me your cunt
you can call me every name in your book
just cast the line, make me your hook
the secret, i know. your someone, truly special
there's more in your ship, than an empty vessel
there's more to your madness, than meets the eye
you're my joe dimaggio, hear, "your marilyn" cry
out for you
let call this "through"
as in i'm the one, you've been searching for, true
as in loyal to, the bitter end
so, this song, to your heart, i send
come back soon, and leave me, never
"i know i like you better,
'cuz we did sleep together"
so says mother, deborah iyall
i studied her, sweet, so i could be your gal
her "romeo void",
it taught me, a lot
how to get fucked deep,
and still be cool and hot
how to stay strong, too
and never give up
as in "never say never",
i will be your pup
your "bruised eye. on beautiful", boy
as in my job, your blow, jocked joy
i will be your partner, in every crime
watch me lie on the stand,
and turn every dime
do everything , that you want me to do
when i saw your face
i knew i was 'done for" and through
so wake up soon
and lets' "get on"
i'll lick your floors,
"teeth mow" your lawn
i don't really mind
as long as i'm with you
you're the vow that i'll take,
as in, love, yes...
11 june 2019
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