Movies
the film is at it's last clipa nanosecond of trust
i see her hips thrust forth to yours
a momentary pause; a pregnant kiss
i see you work your hardest
to keep her satisfied
as i'm trapped inside your closet
i can even see her smile
she knows the games you play
she knows another has been in her bed
but bent in a different way
she's twisting you, corrupting
perverting your desires
she knows you'll never love her
not the way you love me
and yet she still aspires
the money in my palm
the beating in my brain
is no match for her eyes
as they burst cold metal grey
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