Going no where fast cause in her past she is stuck
Heard her say *** love, but oh she loved to ***
These are not facts just thoughts spoken into a phrase
Surprising is not the answer, if doubt was ever raised
Would it be believed, if these words were even true
How could someone choose to write, a poem about you
Good intentions are not sufficient, neither is real talk ever real
Heard her say *** feelings, so it was *** how she feel
This is based on the imagination, non fiction requires consent
To expose these emotions, in the open is the only intent
Should it be believed, then these words are well overdue
Not somebody but someone chose to write a poem about you
For I am just a poet and I write what was told to me
Don't tell me, *** you, when I'm giving a ***, free
The facts I do not know and the secrets were not aired
Told to me were thoughts and my opinions were shared
So before you decide to ask, why i wrote a poem about you
Know that I don't give two ***s for love and feelings,
neither a third one for you.
PHIRE
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