There’s a reason they’re called an X
Because you’re left wondering Y
And they generally text
Just to say goodnight
When you’re moving on
They come around
Late at night, when you’re asleep
And there’s no other love found
You hold onto hope
Thinking they’ll change
But like the alphabet
Letters can’t be rearranged
So they sing the ABC’s
The lies they tell
Trying to get to you
Trying to lay their spell
But you know their games
And they don’t give an F
So they sing their lies
All the way to the X
But there’s a reason they’re called an X
Because you’re left wondering Y
And the z is for the zen I’ll feel
When you’re no longer in my life.
- The Dalema. June 12, 2017.
June 12, 2017 at 11:17 pm
Beautifully written and perfect analogies. Keep up!
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June 12, 2017 at 11:23 pm
Thank you!
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