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The Lost Queen She wants me and I know she doesn’t want it yet She plays with me and she plays me Talking ALL THIS GAME and playing this game She opens her mind and doesn’t even understand she opened her legs She wants me but she does not need me yet She says she is looking for God To show her the right way She is waiting for something to tell her I am her thing As she plays my thing like a baritone string And she knows she wants me She hasn’t even realized the pull on times strings She wants to play with the boys But a man she needs She is willing to settle for the silly things But she is so scared of the real thing She needs love Burt she is willing to settle for a dick She does not even realize that the dick she wants Is not the phallus that will bring her true need She lies with me and she puts her mouth all over me Thinking that one day he will come Thinking that one day she will find perfection And perfection is a dream that will never come I am a man and I know that perfection I will never bring She is woman and I am man We walk down imperfect paths and we do all wrong we all do things that makes us not optimum She tells me she wants the perfect thing And I sing an imperfect tune Because I know I can never give her what she need She wants a Cadillac but her fund don’t afford this She wants the BMV but her being only a Kia she can give What she can give does not even equate to what a true man needs She is scared an she is hurting from the mistakes she has made Coming to me as asking me to give her all she needs And nothing that she wants comes out I love her but I can’t hold her She wants more than me but she offers nothing To even make me blink I want a woman but only the little girl comes forth She wants heaven but hell is all I see She wants someone to make her complete But she is not that complete Flawed And she is crying for something more than she is She wants a Lexus When a Lexus is just the bottom of what I am willing to give She is materialistic confused shit Looking for a man to make her a woman When a true woman should be looking for a real man Who will want to make her what she should be A man to make her what she wants to be Looking for a man but playing with boys Wondering why her inners are worn out Never appreciated and at the end of the day alone Asking for greatness She settles for the minuscule shit that makes her cream And the man who wants her is just waiting For her to become the woman she can be The woman she needs to be Not the loose trick she decides to be Opening her legs to everything that makes her smile But closing her legs to everything that makes her think And she cries about not being thought of as any thing But anything means she has to believe That she is the problem She is the problem I pray for her I long for her to understand That she is a goddess She is a queen But I cannot crown her Until she is ready to accept this crown She is just a little girl, longing She is just a useful thing to the man needing a plaything I love her But she needs to love herself first Then I will be all about love for her Talk to her Let her know that man I am Fuck with me honestly And I will call her the queen The goddess she is meant to be “Omavi está muerto.®” Sunday, February 21, 2010 ©2010 Omavi Ndoto. All Rights Reserved. http://kaotik-alkhemy.com/ |
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