....I am just you toy,

You can replace with a dummy

It can't trace you,

Just little hand works I do,

It pleases I know,

 I am nothing more than now.

A distraction,

That's all I was in exaction,

Who am I to even ask more,

I am just  not the  shore,

It was what I signed in for too,

And I just can't let the pact screw.

People will come and go ,

As if in the motel on road,

Only this girl never would invite,

Another guy to the feast.

And motel girl I was, you are right,

But only to you, for the love bite.

I only signed for the praise ,

The moans in haze.

Being your girl for even a ding ,

Made me do a slutty thing.

And then I became just a motel girl,

Someone you leave in a swirl.

I am not worth you,

But you said I am the dew.

Only I thought you meant pretty,

While you just were being  witty,

Or maybe not, dew dies fast ,

And so do I, I am not the mast.

And then for my happiness- those days,

Your mistake but my bays,

And then one day, you may return,

Only to find a motel girl again ,

For I will for you, be,

And you'll never realize the seen..

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Quote:

"Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love."-Gabriel M'arques.

Written in memories of a dingy past.

~Chaahat