Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

Anymore (II)


I believe in I love you's
when it comes from the heart
if you know you're not sincere
then from me please depart

haven't anyone taught you
It's awfully rude to tell a lie
But you've got no manners
so It's really no surprise

When i'm lonely,
you don't call me in the night
when I need you by my side
I know, I'm not the only,
I'm losing in this fight
because my loves being denied

Sent roses to express your apology
because you now know, i know, how it hurts me
I believe in love, not the kind without true monogamy

You've got some nerve to think i'll stay around
while you cheat, night and day
I won't go another round

Submitted: Sunday, October 28, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, October 30, 2012
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