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The heated lustful passion cooled into a doubtful gloom,
as I watched Tina gather up her clothes about the room,
she'd shown up at my door as heavy tears befelled her face,
the rain was falling too and so you couldn't tell a trace,
of where they stopped or started from; her sobbing gave away,
the cries that had her body heaving in a major way,
"DeAndre knows!" she screamed, continuing to wail away,
I wrapped my arms around her; I was here to save the day.
The past three years our sex had energized one's body health,
oh how it hurts to love someone who has somebody else,
a woman such as Tina; beautiful defined by depth,
I think of her when sitting here alone; all by myself.
Whenever she's with him you wanna know who's loving me?
Nobody; see but Tina doesn't give a f*€k for me,
I'm just a way for her to cum; release a squirtful blast,
didn't get a text or phone call from her as my birthday passed.
She gets her clothes together; time is reaching for the end,
I never know just when I may be seeing her again,
and life can get redundant when you just can't make no plans,
that's when she sits down next to me to grab and hold both hands,
I have placed in my lap for fear that she would see them shake,
the pain within my heart's the opposite of feeble aches,
and what she says to me is like a chance to get no score,
I'm shut out by her speaking that "We can't do this no more."
Her words are like a shotgun shell; I feel its heatful blast,
which shatters my resolve into a million pieces; glass,
and makes me wanna drink the spirits; yes I keep a flask,
to take me up so high to where I just don't see the land.
"Why?" I ask as tears dance in my eyes then spill and fall,
"DeAndre's nuts," she says so calmly. "He would kill us all."
And then she's back to packin' up, like I don't matter; what?!
Some things go off inside which causes me to snatch her up,
and pull her to me; nose sees nose on like a lowkey flow,
I'm sick of dancin' 'round this thing between us; doe-see-doe,
if I make Tina understand then she would only know,
how much I long for her while walking down these lonely roads.
"I just can't let you leave I'm sorry; nothin's changed within,
when you're not here I wish you'd hurry up this way again,
I can't turn off my feelings nor can I be faker than,
a pleather coat; just let it work out; please just stay again."
Her right cheek rises in a smirk; I know this time will hurt,
agression's not my blessin' or my favorite line of work,
my anger makes me slap her hoping that it kind of hurt,
she hits the floor and cackles at me savage; "I ain't hurt!
See that's why I don't love your @ss with all this crazy sh!t,
and plus you got no heart at all; you're soft as baby sh!t,
I mess with you because my boyfriend got a lazy d1ck,
and that's all it can ever be between us; flaky b!+ch!"
I'm really not quite sure of when or how it happened next,
I black out then come to; I've wrapped my hands around her neck,
I try my best to crush her throat between my reddened palms,
I black out then come to; I find that Tina's dead and gone.
I spend an hour staring; Tina's open eyes stare back,
these times can make or break a man but see someTIMES they're traps,
and I have fallen deep in one; there's only one way out,
I sigh; exhaling slowly as I pull my gun case out.
I'm sorry that it came to this; Lord please forgive my soul,
I've come too far to go back now it's over; this I know,
my Walther is a gorgeous showpiece far as pistols go,
I took a life now give one back; believe me, this I owe.
There's no time for an audience or saying brief goodbyes,
but it's like 2Pac said in 'Pain', "They won't take me alive,"
I'd rather die than let these people get me past the knees,
I suck the barrel pulling on the trigger as I squeeze.......
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The Cunning Linguist
