I Am Not Your Babe
You boldly kiss me through the phone
When slumber denies you and you feel alone
And then, when the moment is bygone
You are a stranger at dawn
You shyly get me leis wrapped in glitter
Day and night you read my updates on Twitter
And then, when we fight
You drift like a remote kite
You tell me that you feel love
On Viber, your stickers confess I am your precious Dove
And then, when there are times of burns
You taunt hard, leaving me in mourns
You call me your babe when the lights are dim
Fully hypnotized and lurk at no other Kim
And then, when the weather takes an ugly shape
You become egotistic and beautiful memories off my shelf, you rape
You address me each time with a pet name
Like it was scrabble or some other sexy game
And then, when there is no sign of French crepe
Indifference becomes the name of the garment in which you drape
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