Monday, June 1, 2009

Skeletons in her closet


She said, I got skeletons in my closet
Don’t know what I’m a do with all this
Pain that I’m concealing
Forbidden never revealing
It hurts like my skin is pealing
So I say this to ease my feelings

I said, I love you for sharing your past
But I’m not really caring about your skeletons
Because their just old “bones”
Ex friends with benefits
And I had a few of those
But that’s the extent of it
Your mine, I’m yours
And my hearts your home

So we could care a less,
About what happened before we became an item
Those old “bones”, peace is where they rest at last
R.I.P. to the death of lust
And now entering our world
As we birth our trust


Wade "NightWriter" Townsend II

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