It Hurt. - Poem by Lyfe Tymme
I neeD to frEE u n it hurt
I nEed to let u rest but itS makes me restless when I did.
U desire privacy but I never waNNa leave ur side
U need time for ur self but love to be takin ur time Love....
Pls 4give me when I disturb cos;
If I never did I'll be ill in feelings
If u hadn't b in my dealings
Won't ever come across sexual healings
It hurt n its killing
U're wet N U're burnin
Its cold N am hot
Ur absence left a deep cut
Now am treatin' it Like wounds from gun shot
In essence, am into U to cut it short.
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