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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Heart

My heart pit patter

My mind skit skatter

My hands boom badder than yours..

But of course I'm no where nastier than the whores u explore

I pour my heart to u... I bite my lip...roll my eyes and play like I can forget the disrespectful bullshit u spit

To me aint no weed whacker than the smoke u blow.

I hope u know that I know that your swag aint got shh on my class

You refuse to pass a failure in telling her that its me u leave her for but of course u wouldn't... Been told u shoudnt have remorse for words used losely then u play like u my boo and possible king...

My heart is bruised and bleeding

I'm leaning against the glass wall

But its not clear enough he act so tuff and rough

I just wanted you to love me for me what a queen to your kingdom

I'd be if he just believe in me!

Stop trying to demean me to be out in the streets

When all I ask is for you to warm my bed and not my head with the misfed dreams and things

I just want u to see me again be my FRIEND and my MAN

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