look at you
hair all fixed
white dress all crisp
they snappin yo pic
but underneath it all
you still a ho
you don't deserve
to wear white
that's my life
you stealin
why is it that
virgins sit home alone
while nasty a$$ hos
are seated on thrones
being fed wedding cake
by our prince charmings
the irony more than alarming
well, you know what?
you can have him
cuz he ain't worthy of me
don't get it twisted
i'm not conceited
just speaking truthfully
you could never
compare to me
my chest is heated
wanna slap you repeatedly
for stealin my bestfriend
takin him to your bed
worming your way in
rotting the apple of my eye
but instead i'll sit home alone
and cry
haunted by that damn
wedding march music
and how hos like you
abuse it
-dawn m frost