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Certain you motivated me a lot even though I dropped out for a long ass time. dunno if you're still around but if you're still interested in my writing here you go.
Her Last Name Was Light
in day jobs, she changed the code for no reason
even though the software worked and project's TOTALLY completed.
green tea, forgotten. Kit Kat, in pieces.
lovers leaving donuts at the door but I'm the only one who eats 'em. Jesus.
reaching for perfection was her mother fucking weakness
troublemaker brewing 'til the bath is getting heated,
bubbles cover anger as she sank into the deepness,
but I knew that when she kissed me she was calm enough to sleep in.
frequent.
we crushed a little too hard… she rolled a double line twice,
brat's a fucking problem… I ain't old enough to handle MINE.
hipster kinda criminals, ironic when we vandalize.
but all the things considered then, we realize we had the life.
I was under the impression that her laugh spread like buck shot,
we never made a home brew buzz, even though she loved hops.
simple kinda lady with one rule. "no new stuff"
adrenaline kicks in, like "warned you… run!" then it's "FUCK COPS"
cuz truck stops were playgrounds, or cover from the 5-0
face to face hidden… "babe... you got a nice nose".
quick peck lip to a moan and I'm watching where the lights go...
so you better bet CASH when the red blue fade, I'll be taking her right home...
she might know,
that when her 'rents called, she'd always let it ring once.
that way... they know she had the choice, and she decided not to pick up.
but this time, they left a frantic message acting pissed off
each palm fit, softly to her ears... deleted and "it's gone".
so "what's wrong" with drug binge,
"WHAT'S WRONG? I never even noticed that you WANTED kids."
I'm the dumbest. She lost them, then lost it.
her face bespoke rage, I hate that she knew my fucked wish.
I guess my brain believed that she could never bust it...
"I love(d) you... dearly" used to be enough. SHIT.