The difference with Her
🧟Anger & deception, Her words cut like razorwire
Rapid, non stop, she spews her hateful fire 🔥
Her hooks are buried deep
After her call, they'll be no more sleep
But with a beautiful smile👸
She carries Shelly, Whitman and Poe on her lips💋
Singing those sweet 🎶songs, while swaying her hips
"It'll all be okay" she said
I understand why you fled
They couldn't be more wrong
Jus relax & I'll sing you a song"
Our knees touch & I'm set afire
She MUST know that I'm a liar
She lightly brushes my leg,
The phone rings again
This time, the shrill sound just can't contend
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