SOME THINGS ARE BEST UNSAID
Men have told me plentyFirst I was too pretty to love
Too damn sexy to make out
Hell I could have been a nun
The best way to get next to me
A sure thing that gets me goin'
Just be who ya are and don't play
Say what 'cha mean and what 'cha say
Baby if I told you what I use to do for kicks
For sure you'd trip out then do back flips
No not that boy, I never changed the script
Kept most of my clothes on 99% of the time
Some things are best unsaid
I have a temper bloodshot red
Had faith is all that he said
The past is the past still I bled
Baby some things are best unsaid
Maybe this is hard to understand
My messed up mind is to thee I wed
Hate cools me out, why I don't know
When chased I go into bitch mode
Say do you have the power in length
If not you'll be asked to warm the bench
Its the thickness not so much by an inch
Once upon a ride I spurred the wench!
Boy if I showed you what I did for a living
Would you take me home for Thanksgiving?
I could make them blush fire engine dread
Then cleverly deny every single thing I said
Some things are best unsaid
I have a temper bloodshot red
Had faith in all that he said
The past is the past still I bled
Baby some things are best unsaid
Copyright, Nina Lee 2014
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Poetry by Nina Lee
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Written on 2014-05-19 at 23:32
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