(no subject)
Why is it we try to continue to follow the men we thought were ours before?
We were mislead,
decieved,
Cared too much
but yet we still are loyal to follow?
To convince ourselves that their city is better than where
you planned to go?
As if we are told to pass if forward,
to say; for another woman
we could want we want the best,
non the less
but shit rolls off our tongues,
we spy,
and call her fat or too thin
but we've never known her
nor do we want to
Really we wonder to ourselves;
How we became wrapped too tightly in dilemma of someone who has
long put us in their past?
We were mislead,
decieved,
Cared too much
but yet we still are loyal to follow?
To convince ourselves that their city is better than where
you planned to go?
As if we are told to pass if forward,
to say; for another woman
we could want we want the best,
non the less
but shit rolls off our tongues,
we spy,
and call her fat or too thin
but we've never known her
nor do we want to
Really we wonder to ourselves;
How we became wrapped too tightly in dilemma of someone who has
long put us in their past?