that one chick (Remove filter)
Women lie
Synonymous with vulgarity
No filters from thoughts to words
No impediments when set a course
Your very existence should be a verb
And she
She never lies-unless you want her to
Does not divulge
Who she is
She becomes whomever you want her to
And women lie
Be she-She doesn’t,
A lost for word she isn’t
Cold to your advances
Unflinching at your demands
A twister of words and cir...
Thursday 17th March 2016 4:50 pm
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