nisha dyrene - Good Intentions

Full of it
That’s what he was.

Full of it
From the tips of his branded feet
To the ends of his black hair

It wud come
Overflowing from the spout of the proverbial teapot
Empty promises
Melodramatic vows and statements of love
Spilling from his eyes
As he felt sorry for himself

He couldn’t deliver though…
And I couldn’t wait any more

He was like a blind guy running
Through the city streets
And I was his running mate

Sooner or later you're gonna get run down
Even on good intention ave
Unless you stop
So I did

nisha dyrene

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