yo i thought i was in love last week turns out that was more explosive than plastique something like an overdosage of caffeine first the passion then the crash then the trash heap it s not that i was overwhelmed by her past deeds though through her life she been considered a black sheep and due to hatred she behaved like a bad seed she so ashamed what she became that she can t sleep just for survival she was fondled by strange dudes so any moment she was liable to change moods a silver tongue but out in public she stayed mute as i m the sun it s only right she was named moon a few appointments all my points had been made moot and she was poised to be appointed my main muse and she wasn t after sand s paper i made moves to try and save her much like sandpaper can make smooth but that was doomed can t blame the moon for being out at night can t tame the moon i ve tried yo i thought i was in love last month if so i fit that classification just that once i m normally so concentrated on anthems i won t risk getting aggravated with that stuff the reason we d established patterns of passion the fact she was too fascinating to pass up my phallus sought a random fan for a fast nut i d planned to vanish once her pants was unfastened but uhm not quite could tell that there was something different that first night the kisses were too intimate for the first time i s miffed as she was definitely not my type you see she was an avid reader of high times and she could leave entire liters in hindsight since she was mostly sober by my side i thought that watching over her might help get her mind right but oh my i guess that i m in love right now i realize with every rhyme that i write down still i suggested the indefinite time out because she not the type for trying to tie down still everywhere i go i m keeping my eyes out and every time my cellular bring about sound there s still a part of me that s eager to find out the love i lost cause she was lost has been now found at last but in the past too many treated her like trash either beat her cheated treated her like a tramp that either she did not believe or could not grasp that she could be the only thing that my life lacked and that protecting her was really my life s task wow did i really just write that i know i got it ain t acknowledge it was that bad dag 