Aided and abetted me in a garden full of dreams
See she tried to give me AIDS in the bed
That we kindly sleep in under the sheets.
Her beauty was an accomplice to her being a beast.
An accessory to having my heart she had my mind getting weak.
Politcally in fear that her target was me.
I corrected my thoughts and emotions that had me into deep.
But what does that say about me if I run away from the.
She was drugged by her friend who had HIV.
Who am I to judge, and be unsupportive of her love.
I decided to swallow that pill called trust.
Helped her heal wounds of those who’ve just left after they have lust.
The beast that did it ruined the beauty she had.
Because I’m blind to the look
I don’t recognize when she’s sad.
I just smile and make her laugh about what love we have.
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