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This Guy
He is the spider, I am the fly
He is the child, I'm the yoyo
When in his hands I fly so high
So hard he snaps me back to him
always wanting to play games
Here I lay waiting for him to message me
always waiting on him to do something
I can't put in words, to describe him
He is my poison my toxin my lethal injection
He is my lover, my punisher
Forever is he leaving me
Dead inside is the affect he likes to show
But when he kisses me life is the only glow
Dead until he's in bed
then I promise he's alive
He is the child, I'm the yoyo
When in his hands I fly so high
So hard he snaps me back to him
always wanting to play games
Here I lay waiting for him to message me
always waiting on him to do something
I can't put in words, to describe him
He is my poison my toxin my lethal injection
He is my lover, my punisher
Forever is he leaving me
Dead inside is the affect he likes to show
But when he kisses me life is the only glow
Dead until he's in bed
then I promise he's alive
Published 19th May 2014
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20th May 2014 12:39pm
So he gets you addicted to his element?
Fuck poison vibes to make a woman tithe or go without inside.
Go look up Poison Ivy, my lovely Iron Butterfly friend. Don't fall for pheromone traps. You're a native woman. Your animal can escape any trap.
Fuck poison vibes to make a woman tithe or go without inside.
Go look up Poison Ivy, my lovely Iron Butterfly friend. Don't fall for pheromone traps. You're a native woman. Your animal can escape any trap.
20th May 2014 4:44pm
