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....I am just you toy,
You can replace with a dummy
It can't trace you,
Just little hand works I do,
It pleases I know,
I am nothing more than now.
A distraction,
That's all I was in exaction,
Who am I to even ask more,
I am just not the shore,
It was what I signed in for too,
And I just can't let the pact screw.
People will come and go ,
As if in the motel on road,
Only this girl never would invite,
Another guy to the feast.
And motel girl I was, you are right,
But only to you, for the love bite.
I only signed for the praise ,
The moans in haze.
Being your girl for even a ding ,
Made me do a slutty thing.
And then I became just a motel girl,
Someone you leave in a swirl.
I am not worth you,
But you said I am the dew.
Only I thought you meant pretty,
While you just were being witty,
Or maybe not, dew dies fast ,
And so do I, I am not the mast.
And then for my happiness- those days,
Your mistake but my bays,
And then one day, you may return,
Only to find a motel girl again ,
For I will for you, be,
And you'll never realize the seen..
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Quote:
"Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love."-Gabriel M'arques.
Written in memories of a dingy past.
~Chaahat
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