You make my veins pump, you make my heart stump.
Your words are wiser than mine, it shall be fine.
I pushed ,you pushed , we both defy .
The complaints , the lies then you hide, can’t decide what side . Because deep inside it’s hard to find.
That little push keeps us well and kind , not processing , denying the reality, The newer version impressing quantity’s when instead I switched personality’s.
When in fact I needed the comfort from my home , then again looking for chrome .
All along it was in front of me while I’m switching me and self sabotaging me.
When all along I had the lock and key!
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Nicole Sarah Robinson (Pseudonym) (
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Enamored with a lock and key to the heart. Most interesting.
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