She gave life to the wounds of her emotion like
Pictionary
to get this man to understand, but he was no visionary
Just another sorry ass nigga that never gave a fuck,
no missionary
Friends and Family tried to place her on the cautionary
But her feelings kept her in the stationary
Caught by the illusionary of one day with him she’ll be married,
blinded by those sweet thoughts, she couldn’t see lover turned adversary
Without a secondary, his words pulled the trigger, chalk outline,
Just another Dead Angel found in the obituary…
