Love That Never Happened

(A/N: A collection of poems about love that couldn't happen for some reason. Enjoy.)

I Don't Sit Pretty For You

Walk into a club,
music running,
people dancing
Look at the crowd,
don't see much,
all the hotties went home
Except you see me sitting by the side,
tired and barely awake
I see you looking at me,
see your rough boi face,
see how beautiful you are

Come over boi,
talk to me,
I need to know your name
Here you are talking
as if you really knew me,
I can tell you're a good boi
and you won't try to hurt me
How wrong can you be?

You take me home
Take everything I ever had
My pride, my belief, my life
Leave me panting at feet
Begging for more.....

I find myself on the street
Don't know where I am
But there you are
I try to look away
But you pull my face to you
You shove 100 bucks under my bra strap
Talk to me like I was your bitch
But baby I don't need your money
cuz I can't tell you ain't a good boi

I don't sit pretty for you
I ain't gonna let you treat me like a piece of meat
(Double-personality freak)
I should have known it from the start
Don't treat me like a piece of meat

Come over boi,
talk to me,
I need to know your name
I don't sit pretty for you (no)
I don't sit pretty for you (no, no)
I don't sit pretty for you

Jina-chan: Unlike 'Read Me', this one is more harsh urban-y and very hip-hop sounding. This song relates to me not but it sounds pretty good. After all, I do listen to MTV2 so the hip hop stuff sinks in. A little.