Remember that Notting Hill
She bravely says
I’m Just
A girl standing…
But these days who is?
Not us, not with these guys
Who won’t meet
They’ll text and text
Stroke and stroke
Till there’s no Notting hill left
At least not yet
Next up, another roster blocked or
you’re answering my, sorry who this?
Imagine the Black girl who can’t forget
Not remembering you, whoops
You’re just another dude home
beating skin drum
When will someone love me
And want me beyond all time
Recognize my fire and desire
And burn with me instead of
Simply discuss such hmm?
If you’re not getting me off
Why do we talk if you’re
not better than a good walk?
If you’re not paying in affection
Romance or connection
You’re another form of torture
This perfect gentleman wrapped in perv
This could be the right guy,
if he wasn’t the bad guy
No, let’s not keep talking
With me trussed up in your mind
While I’m alone waiting
At home just miles away
Fully clothed