Black and white brain matter make grey things happen! Something different.
I was nothing more than a skeleton key
Stating true matters best left alone
Didn't suck up and give the dogs a bone
Your babysitter sniffs coke infant crying
Diaper rash twice as bad so whose lying?
Stuff missing but double time has ya tired
House cleaned top to bottom she's wired!
4 the truth won't get 'cha acknowleged
You better buy your own watch 4 sho'
Be 4 they learned of my potential
They wouldn't give me the time of day
The time of day
The time of day
The time of day
The time of day
I do love minus the high
Kisses and hugs she flies
Leanding an ear shut my mouth
Be 4 ya know it car in the house
I do romance stopping short
Out to dinner so I can court
The girl of my dreams, wife to be?
Maybe depends on her seams length
Got off the trip and rode the ride
Belived my head, trusting their behavior
What you get is what you've seen
Do ya really like jam and day old toast?
The time of day
The time of day
The time of day
The time of day
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2013
Poetry by France England
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Written on 2013-02-19 at 23:15
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THE TIME OF DAY
Be 4 they learned of my potentialI was nothing more than a skeleton key
Stating true matters best left alone
Didn't suck up and give the dogs a bone
Your babysitter sniffs coke infant crying
Diaper rash twice as bad so whose lying?
Stuff missing but double time has ya tired
House cleaned top to bottom she's wired!
4 the truth won't get 'cha acknowleged
You better buy your own watch 4 sho'
Be 4 they learned of my potential
They wouldn't give me the time of day
The time of day
The time of day
The time of day
The time of day
I do love minus the high
Kisses and hugs she flies
Leanding an ear shut my mouth
Be 4 ya know it car in the house
I do romance stopping short
Out to dinner so I can court
The girl of my dreams, wife to be?
Maybe depends on her seams length
Got off the trip and rode the ride
Belived my head, trusting their behavior
What you get is what you've seen
Do ya really like jam and day old toast?
The time of day
The time of day
The time of day
The time of day
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2013
Poetry by France England
Read 622 times
Written on 2013-02-19 at 23:15
Tags Deception
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