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Jennifer


I'm yelling outside of your house on your lawn and even tho we used to get it on nowadays we barely get along and you hoping that I'd be gone but I'm hoping you take me back i was fool to do that i should've never attacked what we once had cause what we once had was never perfect but trust me even through the worst, it was worth it believe me massages on ya back telling you, you weren't fat you had low self esteem but i would never let you see that and even tho i lied i know it was inexcusable but trust me... i always thought that you were beautiful and i know that the feeling was mutual cause you always lifted me up whenever i was delusional and now that your gone you've grown more gorgeous all i wanna do is whisk you away into the forest with a bunch of angels singing a heavenly chorus my heart is cracked but with you it was enormous steady sexin you for hours enhanced performance you came like torrents but then i became remorseless called you trashed and lessened your importance I apologize I blew it all out of proportion now I'm lost within myself dealing with my misfortunes static distortions feeling like orphans this coldness got me feeling hopeless I'm lost in the mist cant believe how bogus life gets now im stuck lifeless the diagnosis i been dealing with psychosis full of components even though thinking of you is a bonus, but remembering those precious moments eats away at my soul like rodents helping myself to control this life's a ride and you gotta enjoy it dont let it pass you by like two strangers in the night it chokes me like a strangle but ill be free like a dove sleep with the angels stay blessed have a nice life my love ill miss you
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