The Cotton Wool Blues X1
The smell.I should have realised, yet again,
you'd been between another's thighs.
What a disguise.
What a filthy cotton wool of fucking lies.
What a great show you keep pulling over my eyes.
Every night,once you finally come 2 our bed.
I can smell your hoar.
Your rotten,stinking hoar,
as if she was right there in our bed,
all fucking over your head.
But still I stay quiet and just carry on,
like nothings wrong.One move forward,but two moves on first move,
such am I,a porn move fool for you.
I should just resign,that's what I should do.
Plenty of others would do.
"No Woman,No Cry" Sir Bob Marley said.
He was talking 2 "I and I."
For I will NOT cry over you.
Why should I!
I guess I'm destined 2 harbour your stripped 2 the bone lies.
Don't think I haven't asked myself why?
Why I cling 2 you,a shipwrecked imbecile.
A castaway trying 2 survive,stranded on shore,
hanging on2 an unfulfilled life for life.
Break free,my inner voice screams at me.
But I just cant.
I can't let go of you.
Certainly not 2 she!
Yes,you're a criminal.
But you're MY criminal.
Good and bad,whatever,we'll get through?
But Omg... I wish I knew how 2 ignore the smell of her in your mouth.
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