This rainy weather has me wondering what to do, I swear I’m out here talking like it’s just me and you
My muse is my monster that I created from nights I should have just masturbated
Nights I could have just come home lonely, but it was damn near impossible with all these females on me
I gave in to temptation like a sodomite, two eights make a sixteen and they down to dyke
Instances like that tipped the scale, or when I would be verbally abusive coming home ripped as hell
You can go ahead and leave this is not an abduction, have you ever seen someone’s eyes turn to hate from seduction ?
Those tears turned into laughter and the more she pulled away the more I ran after but I was never fast enough to recapture
The closest I’ve come is love letters and apologies, oh and Poems from The Trap Vol. 1 the anthology
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