Jose Cuervo the first to be the first for me
It was disguised as love
According to him I was his angel sent from above
Insecurities got the best of him
It didn’t take much for that puppy love to dim
Don’t know why I was such a fan of the Sax man
It was all in my head
When it came down to it he was nothing like I’d thought he’d be in bed
I was hard to get impossible to reach
So naturally he bragged to his teammates in the form of a speech.
A year and a half later came Demetri
He had love for my petite figure, to bad he pulled the worst fucking trigger
It’s okay I later spotted the bird in the tree
He was afraid of leaving the nest, so I did what I thought was best
Left his ass so he could get on track
He probably had a feeling I’d be back
For the mean time I had my eyes set on Muh Shawtty, he always seemed a little naughty
It turned out for him barber was lifey
He never learned how to please his so-called wifey
In fact he never really got it in
I’m not sure if I’d count him in my list of sins
Ele ah eme eh, el otro que no se porque
Pero eso no me paré de lo que hice
It was more to fill my ego
I don’t know I guess I expected algo rico
Seemed like nerves got the best of him
But I’m not complaining I’d do it again if he asked
Wouldn’t mind if he hit me up to do a couple face masks
My boy Johnny had the worst perspective on life
It made me want to stab him with fuckin a knife
We were at each others throats from the start
It was best if me and him stayed apart
These days I’m worried about my self, Ariana Grande
At least until I get in touch with Jay from Palm Bay
- Author: Chicha (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 14th, 2019 00:27
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 151
Comments1
This is so fiercely beautiful I am in awe of your self-awareness of yourself. I have no idea how much of this is literally autobiographical, but it is so dead-on sincere it's riveting and thought-provoking. Those are the stuff of good writing.
Thank you😌 every piece is autobiographical, but I fluid enough for my audience to relate in their own interpretations. From my heart to theirs
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