Treasure Island

Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

Fast Ones


them fast ones is cruel, that's not something you need
they aren't looking to take on the responsibility
of all that love has to offer, they'd rather do the deed
manipulate you in the process and do it so brilliantly

it's lust at first sight
they score another night
they will crush your dreams
just to meet their own needs

them fast ones are something like ghosts
disappear when you really need them most
don't you began feeling like the fool
when you realized that they used you?

Submitted: Sunday, January 12, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014

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