Treasure Island

Kgagamatso Chimelwane

(1987-06-15 / Soweto)

Life


I met her, a girl who just wanted to give it to me neat
This happened upon our first meet
Funny part She's that quite shy girl from down the street
After 6 or 7 dates in three weeks
We decided to meet up at my place for some drinks
We had 3 or 4 and shit started to get real
I said what about pregnancy, she said I take the pill
And Hiv? , she said are u for real
Do you want me, or are you just going to squill
I was mesmerized so I went with the thrill
Today it feels like I'm paying a never ending bill
I asked her how can you do this to me
She said, no remorse she feels
She got this from a guy like me
So I should leave her alone and just let her be
She might aswell have put a bullet through my head
But she gave me a choice to live or be dead
I never really listened to mama's advice never heard a word she said
She said these girls aren't good get to know her before you take her to bed
I'm living of ARV's, this isn't the life I planned
Its true you never know what you have until its gone
But this aint going nowhere so I guess that saying is wrong

Submitted: Sunday, January 19, 2014

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