No Games, No Flames – Love Shoulda

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The ebbs and flow
Of status quo expectations,
Darken the future
Of what I deem as
Acceptable exploitation.

We are too overstanding
With our patience and
Kind understanding
Of our past pain.
Too caught up in our
Bibles of love never gained.

So,
We play nice.

But this timid, low-to-no,
Playing it safe shit is
Smelling kind of stagnant.
Our “caring” within the
Confinements of giving
Each other king sized space,
Only sustains the remnants
Of our passionate embers.

So please,
Blow up my phone
When I don’t come home.

Lead me to your passion.

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