Some of you thought that my last little Boo, was nothing but a trick whore But that's because her true value, she just didn't know Easy to bend, she fell victim to anything with a dick They all sat out to abuse her ass, but admitted that Boo was thick
But my Boo was in the game, since way back in the days She was more than a one night stand, she had lived the home way The friday nights payoffs, swerving curves looking for a party Sundays down by the lake giviing it up on the back of his Harley
She grew up with a coffin as a coffee table knows way too much about guns loves bad boys who fuck like demi gods and hates being alone
She spends half her time stoned is a good mum with the patience of a saint can't cook anything that doesn't come out of a packet she makes chicken nuggets look like a gourmet meal and has asked me so many times to teach her how to cook though we never find the time
She's been clean 6 years now lost custody of her kid for being a meth head ...
Looking down my tree lined street the setting sun casts her glow upon the Chestnuts, Maples, and Oaks dressed in worn out yellow ribbons telling the story of friendship and loss strength and courage. How there was hope and there were dreams. That life wouldn't pull us apart. There was community and passion and smiles each time you went through that revolving door.
We prayed, yes we prayed for us that we wouldn't lose you that we wouldn't be missing someone so true. I raise my head up to the skies washing away a lingering...
Every June 7th, I text 'Happy Slade anniversary' to my friend Jeff. Sometimes he sends the text first.
We live many miles apart and haven't been the close friends we once were for many years. But the Slade connection is forever. We'd met when I was 15, and taking singing lessons at the community college where he was a DJ at the campus radio station. He saw me in my Slade T shirt, jumped up, ripped his headphones off, and abandonded annoucing the next record. "SLADE! I LOVE SLADE!" he gushed. I'm not sure what happened next, but it should have been us hugging each other...
I showed you how beautiful our days could be. I proved how serious I am about not being too serious about anything that doesn't matter.
When I bought tortoiseshell, octagonal gas station sunglasses for seven bucks, and snacks for our newest adventure, you were right by my side - the acid was starting to kick in, and my favorite day ever was soon to begin.
We walked all over the back of the Beast, sometimes hiking on just to our breathing - sometimes laughing till the point of weeping, and...
You know, I think I figured out why I Hate you so much: you make me feel Irrelevant.
I had a feeling, you know. I was ok when summer ended, But by Thanksgiving break, you liked Them more than you would ever like me.
I know it wasn’t intended to hurt me, (or maybe it was), But do you remember that Snapchat from November? Every other answer had a reason on why you picked the Other option, but mine. You chose Emily over me.