April 2012
37 posts
______________its just something that happens It’s like seeing someone for the first time, and you look at each other for a few seconds, and there’s this kind of recognition like you both know something. Next moment the person’s gone, and it’s too late to do anything about it And you think to yourself, “What if I had stopped? If I had said something?”...
So we’re done? This the real shit? We used to hold hands like field trips I’m a jerk, but your dude is a real dick I read his post on your wall and I feel sick He ain’t cool, he ball and all that But he just a fake nigga who blog in all caps You couldn’t wait to date I’m going straight for your thighs like the cake you ate
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