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| Subject: Sex. Money. Drugs. Love. Scandal. Tue Apr 26, 2011 9:10 pm | |
| Sex. Money. Drugs. Love. Scandal.
You told me that you loved me But I knew that it was all a lie It was never about the love You were in it just for the sex and I was you trophy wife Every time I wanted out You pulled me right back in Whether it was by money, drugs, or that scandal That we did last week You liked it didn't you? At the time, I did too. But enough is enough I want my part out of this My bags are packed And the car is waiting for me outside I was leaving him And there was nothing he could do about it Or so I thought He was standing in front of the door Last time I checked He was in his room sleeping Guess not We stared at one another for a bit before he spoke "Where are you going babe?" He used that loving voice once he knew that I was serious "I'm leaving you for good." My voice didn't waver but it was in so much pain I wasn't going to let him know that. "Why?" Was he serious? He should of known the reason of why I was leaving I began to walk closer to him Not to hold him Or to forgive him Or to kiss this all away But to grab the rest of my bags And to get the hell away from him The man that I truly loved Died the moment this bastard appeared He grabbed my hand I twisted it out of his reach He pointed a gun at me And I stood there petrified He smiled to me once more "Now, you're not leaving me...right?" He knew with one hundred percent that I wasn't leaving him But he still thought wrong Either way, I would be out of his life forever So regaining the same composure from before I looked straight into his amber coloured eyes that I once loved And told him what I said all over again He wanted me And I wanted freedom Looks like someone wasn't getting what they wanted tonight As he loaded the barrel of the gun And pointed it to the dome of my skull I gave him a smile A smile that I haven't given him since we became husband and wife And a tear For now I would be with the ma I gave my heart too The next thing that I heard was a gun shot And the sound of me falling to the floor Moments later, I was dead Off to see him and to start anew.
Bang Bang The B.I.T.C.H is dead (Beautiful Intelligent Woman who Took a Chance at Happiness)
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