Her
• Written by NMNL
NMNL's Notes
Yeah, so his is about "her". I think we all have one. Let me know what you think.
I hate love with passion,
wear the hate like it's a new fashion,
I think too much - call it a crush,
when I see her I blush,
she looks at me like "No rush",
and wants me to "shush".
But I need her like my crutch,
I want us to clutch - in a bed,
roll a dutch - go to lunch,
get a "Fruit Punch",
I might take a whole bunch.
But she says no,
she's too cold,
she wants me to go home,
and see me no more.
Heartless like a stone hall,
afraid to make a phone call,
it's harder than a pole vault,
to score in that goal post.
Now it's couple months "post-show",
and I think about her no more,
or that's what I want so,
I threw out her photo.
So now I'm running and turning,
at every single corner,
and it feels like I just saw her,
and maybe I did - but with another baller.
