Im scared for what he might do, Im scared for what he might say.

Rumours and lies about him, clearly aint true.

When i look at him, I get butterflies and i start to know the rumours and lies aint true.

just the jealous bitches trying to split us up, well now they know hes mine, and i aint going to listen to the lies.

Obviously im going to trust the one i love which is my guy.

He tells me he loves me, he tells me he dont want to lose me.

when he calls me princess or babe, my eyes flutter, i start to stutter.


  • Author: Nicole Sarah Robinson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 9th, 2016 05:04
  • Category: Love
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  • Augustus

    I was surprised when I was dating 35 years ago, the woman I dated came to me after hearing from another gal at her workplace that she too was dating me. It was a bold faced jealous lie. Men, don't usually backstab this way. Nicely done.

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