Beg Him For Moore PT 2.

I don’t even remember where we started

It was sometime in my dark period

So believe I am not too fond of it

Made me feel like a child

On punishment

Waiting for the fruits

He was never coming with 

All the drama

I screamed from none of it

I chose to be a victim

But I blame you for most of it

Begging for more

Was the beginning

To my all of my Spiritual winnings

This formal attire is much more fitting

Should’ve never allowed you into my Queendom

My visions

So naive to see em

But you weren’t blessed enough to even be in em

Was so stuck in selfish

But now I am joining him in freedom

Left him once,

Again,

I’ll never leave em. 

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