I will haunt your memory
Tired of the bull shit hassle
Call me bitch
Call me selfish
Don’t see my heart trying to
beat in your hands.
I’m trying
trying so smooth
but I turn out coarse
This is me
This is my box
Take it or leave it
I’ll still be waiting on
St. Valentine’s street
For someone to send their love to me
If it isn’t yours
I’ll snatch the heart
Replace it with coal
And there will be no slight of hand
Oh no
No trickery here
It’ll leave pockmarks
In your palm
It will leave a stain
That you’ll never wash off.
And you will know ME
As I am forever!
by Carrie Crocker Copyright (c) 2035
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