On the Rise


She knows he just comes for her body
yet always he’s bruising her soul
Each time when they meet
her heart skips a beat
in the end, her inside’s a deep hole

He says he is looking for friendship​
yet his eyes and his actions negates
He plays with her mind
does he think she is blind
he keeps saying”hey babe, we are mates”

Two souls who are searching for pleasure
yet pleasure can take many forms
His needs are veneer
he’s stuck in first gear
She needs someone who more than performs

She wants to move on with her life,
to say no to his teasing brown eyes.
She wants back her control
needs to find her lost soul
Feeling strong she shouts “I’m​ on the rise”

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