The Fuck Boy

I waited for hours, days and weeks 

Hoping that your passion will be at its peak 

Celibacy uncalled for 

So we can consumate unique 

I stood stranded in love 

Drunk with emotions and hurt 

Spilling my tears on your rug 

But your feelings were gone 

You sat cold and left me in the cold 

One last kiss would have felt me at home 

But the new you 

That never knew you 

Now rule you 

The tag of a fuck boy 

That's what I'm up for 

Your friends that are club whores 

Now give you a club tour 

While you neglect me at the back door 

A fuck boy 

The new tag for a poor boy

[@the_vyrus]