Category : Adult

Sub Category : Adult Fantasy

I sometimes drink to swallow the problems and pains of me
 
Thinking the love was all I needed 

But it was only a feeling

Thinking and grasping on to should I open or should I close

But yet you open to the ones that they call those

Picturing that you could someday have him or a certain life

But nah him and that life I imagined was dream that I have yet to open my eyes

I wonder if it was love or was it lust

To me it was love 

Cause the sex and his eyes was like a dove

Pure white and then black 

But only not only now I realized

Doves is symbolic picture of a crow

It shows you that even a human like me can fly into a deep daze

And snap , a quick reality of just a phase

I cry and think about 3 different objects

In which all I label as a factor of some sort of reject

The lies they spoke and the lust they gave 

Crawled right under me as a thought I amazed

Saying I love you to objects that never felt the same

As long as the was hitting and releasing it

Was the only chance they loved and I gave

Yes considering the fact I am the building 

And yes considering the objects built me

But never will I go back to the objects I couldn't define

They spoke so much of love and hate

The love I let in but the hate is what I gave away

I open not one but two things

My heart and my precious gift from God

But did I listen no because I thought it was love

I warned but one object to not love

But yet I threw away the warning

Like a red light the symbolizes stop

The second object of marriage that I could have ended

But yet as he came into me and I cam back

Surely told me he was joke in a clown sack

The final object was a man I knew that was no good

But did once did I care cause I kept a smile on my face

Knowing I had him but yet was I damn wrong

All of these objects put such an effort on me 

But I am now opening up to speak upon it

I feel as if my heart will be and is already broken

By lies and and more lies but yet they can't see

Yes I was the easy target and I gave in 

But that's what objects do they build and build until they are through

I want to send a message to those three objects to let them know

I an black , undescribable,  unique , get even woman still love them

But yet I'm not broken nor torn

But standing strong and still carrying on

Because my drink that I swallow 

And my walk that is oh so shallow

Will always and will forever be 

The Walk of A Mad Bitch , Hello !