How can there be something in my heart? Well maybe it is idk.
One minute their throwing my heart back like bitch take this shit
telling me what I dont need.
Beauty is skin deep.
If so why do they realize the beauty in me after they get underneath my skin?
Knowing I'm not with the shit.
Knowing I'm with the shits.
Knowing I'll leave.
I once knew love we fucked our thoughts a few times and made love with our bodies a million.
But truth is idk the truth idk what to believe.
©porsha..
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