she's just looking for comfort in the middle of the night
she's just looking for someone to pay for her rent
she's just looking for someone to take on her fights
and when it's all over she'll leave you again
she doesn't like to take responsbilities
she don't know what the word even means
she hates to dress up in clothing so fancy
and throughout it all she's still my nancy
she's in the house, hooking up for a horse
she gets in my car we share sloppy seconds
i just don't know which part is worse
that i'm in love or her destructive methods
she likes to break away for the evening
and chase herself some needle p***k candy
and ever since the first of our meeting
i'm still in love with my wonderful nancy
she can take a knife straight to her heart
and carve out 'i love you' as we ********
nothing will ever keep us apart
and when she dies, so will my luck
we have a pact that will never be broken
i got a rich white lady who'll leave me empty
and with my eyes, tearing and oh so wide open
i'll see you again, my goldenlocks nancy
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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