How do you kiss the lips of a lover who’s grazed them upon the body of another? How do you look into his eyes with the same pride as before, knowing he used that same look to undress that whore? That five minute whore has built up and locked all doors that I once tore down. Got me down and out and stuck on the ground.. what am I supposed to do now, when I cant even look at you and smile.. When I cant even think of you without thoughts of that whore lingering around.. I can always forgive you, but I can never forget, thats why I always asked you to never do that shit.. because I still love you but its the thought of another I cant live with.. I dont know how we’ll ever hug, touch or kiss, how could it ever be special if you could share it with that bitch.. that five minute bitch got the same things you gave me.. it drives me crazy to think i’ll ever accept them again, and I have little doubt you’ll ever do it again, but that simple knowledge wont put my feelings to end.. feeling like we cant ever be friends.. but knowing you’re a changed man and deserve a second chance.. but as of now, feeling like I cant ever hold those hands, cant ever unbutton those pants, cant ever kiss those lips, cant ever hand you those hips… I can never be that bitch. I can never forget that bitch. -sadecru
A woman Yes I am one. Indefinite and intuitive Intriguing to some With the sway of my hips And the shape of my lips No one is the same as another one The way that I smile The joy that I bring Enough to turn a few heads The shine of my nails The way my hair curls A woman Yes I am one. My musical voice My confident poise My hugs My kisses My heart Im built to share To love and to care A woman Yes I am one. The hand that I give The lives that I change The diamonds I have For all of my rings With two open ears I see and I hear A woman Yes I am one. -sadecru