He said you only get one chance;
To give me what I wanted.
You have five minutes to tell me what it is.
You have three minutes to answer
Both questions. It was for the confusion.
Waiting for another reason
To give her a beating-
If I don’t like your answer-
And it kept repeating.
He did not like her. It was mind games.
It told them it was spiritual
And don’t fuck with me, unless you mean it.
I wasn’t all perfect. I wasn’t a side chick
And I wasn’t looking for Prince Charming.
Not all in glass but like it was holy
In a reflection I wondered if he could kill me;
Cause he misunderstood the purpose,
The things waiting. She said
Not in the death of my father.
Not in the death of his ghost but I knew there
Was more in stories following me
Like I didn’t have ghosts telling me the truth
But he tried to justify it.
No. You just helped spread rumors.