July

See if we continue to dwell

On the well

Then the spells we tell

Well…. Manifest

 

We should give a rest

To the pest

Of a mess

From the tight feeling in my chest

As he swipes right

On his screen

 

But my text I know he seen

Yet he failed to reply

Narcissistic ass nigga

The games we repeat

No stranger to my body

Such a hot commodity

 

Thought he’d be grateful to have a Hotty

Beyond Her Body

He was a Thotty

He was so afraid to unmask himself

A grown man in a little boy’s body

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