grief, loss, sorrow

Its all a blur
She was my nighttime thought I was her star
Was in awe when she twerk in the short skirt with her tits perky
A flirt she was with a smirk that could body you in one shot glance.

What a messy fuss, it happens to the best of us
Love/hate to raise the heart rate up to your chest to bust
And leave you with just enough stress to curse
Ooh trouble, thought we was couple.
I’m  lucky if I survive the depths of this heartbreak hell, it’s murky. 

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