Mist

We lusted in the early morning
To sound of birds chirpin
And you know the sex was never boring
But the sun ain't shinin
Clouds fill up the sky
The rain was porin
But my love for you was hard to find and
Every now and then I'd get a glimps
Of rocky shores and shirtless whores
I hated all the metaphors
And hard wood floors
It was hard to see her
Cuz my mind was clean but hers was cleaner
But on the other side the grass was greener



Credits
Writer(s): Bexley Dallape
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