was a fool to ever think that the way your hand led the woman's anatomy was some sort of special
take over i had over u, but thats exactly what i was just a "woman's body"
you grabbed my hand, kissed me deeply, told me you loved me as u brushed the side of my face, left the club early...
you don't answer the door or your phone...hold me tighter and say you just wanna be with your baby...
your friends greet me n smile
look out for me n ask
ba nskeifisa n wonder out aloud of where i've been
you dont call the way u used to, text me even when you know i'm sleeping
and i sit patiently everyday waiting, for love, for a reply, phone call, attention, a kiss
she was there in the club that night, wasnt she?
knocking, texting, calling and buzzing you online.
shit, i'd take a page outta your friends' book and welcome the new with her loud, tacky, desperate ass.
i'm not sure what i have, but i'm sure now, today...her name appears in your inbox more than mine.
starting to wonder whats better being in your bed alone, or on your screen with her.
but name calling is where i'll end. coz i'm certain she ran in lane and fell for the same game.
Gino Obuseng
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