HE call me a whore cause my friend was at ur door. Call me bitch cause he said I aint shit. Burn my roses bought me bricks. Cause he say U need bricks for my new tricks. Man we gonna fight. This shit aint right. We used to be so tight now we loose as goose. Memories seem to fade away. Misery comes to throw shade.
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Author:
PoeticSisi0705 (
Offline) - Published: February 25th, 2017 21:28
- Comment from author about the poem: Dont let no man tear up down or make u feel un appreaciated .
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Short but very heart felt good poem well done
Thank u
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