Love less
Heart stressed
Trying to find a mistress
Now all I know is loneliness
Got a good wife
But I ain't happy with her
So that means no good life
Isn't that right
I ain't right
Haven't bagged her lately
That means no bag pipe
But yet she still here and she want me to be there on them starry nights
But I'm out of sight
Exes calling
No plural I mean ex calling
Say she gonna be home for my birthday weekend and wants to ball on me like I'm spalding
I might have to call her
Might have to sprawl her
Okay I'm sorry but she throw it back on me
Call it curb stomping
Hate to
But I'm hazed too
Pot up like a tree too
Been smoking more to feel less
Cause if I didn't I'd drown in our sea of this deep blue
I really don't have no patience
Being indecisive makes me anxious
Is there a chance to get back to the basics or maybe when you live with me we could remake it
Cause this just ain't me
It's still crazy you see
Cause I talk about all this loyalty
Then the same person went and changed it
I'm in college with these girls
So I'm sorry for my infidelity
- Author: Bookbag ( Offline)
- Published: October 6th, 2016 17:05
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Some times life is strange and crazy. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has a very strong message. Also definitely something you could rap or put to music if you're are interested. Thank you so much for sharing, can't wait to read more
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