See if we continue to dwell,
On the well,
Then the spells we tell,
Wellโฆ. Manifest.
We should give a rest,
To the pest,
Of a mess,
From the tight feeling in my chest.
As he swipes right,
On his screen,
But my text I know he seen.
Yet he failed to reply,
Narcissistic ass nigga,
The games we repeat.
No stranger to my body,
Such a hot commodity,
Thought heโd be grateful to have a Hotty,
Beyond Her Body,
He was a Thotty,
He was so afraid to unmask himself,
A grown man in a little boy’s body.
