poems

fine

something i wrote for a... 'friend' once

he was a king
and i was a princess
he held my hand
and i followed his footprints

the twinkle in his eyes
could make me go blind
he bit is lip
and i got tingles

he hated me
but i came to worship
he wanted me
but i was a flower

he asked me things
that i cannot repeat
he played with me
and broke me

he threw me away
just to pick me back up again
he danced on my grave
just to say hello again

his name, i do not know
his fame has yet to grow
his game was never there
damn, what a fucking fine ass mother fucker !