Its getting late, And you can no longer wait, Your patience is running out Damn this man right? Makes you wet But doesn't eat from your plate They is an empty gap, why can't this dude enter., To the extent you have started doubting if you really that sexy hot, Or probably not.. Either way the problem could be this dude Is he really straight?or probably he is not. Worry not He is not. Dearest love Don't doubt your beauty, my second name heart, and life, you i could give. But i don't really think with this possession you will survive You know how its hard to keep a name and heart alive. Simple hearts sometimes their name don't really behave. Oooh damn yeah you are beautiful Am incomplete, yet you full Together we really seem cool But love, how do you think it feels for me seeing you so brave, while me, well this fucking fool Always crazy All the time jovial making you happy And Not lazy Damn, he is so good, Humble, tall, black and ain't rude Handsome not really ...
To our sisters who held us when our mothers went to hustle. The maids who remained with us in the castle. Aunts and our mothers friends who loved us when we were still little Those who ensured we smile and laugh to convince us the world is a better place, Who ensure we were smart, gave us a clean bath and good clothes to dress. The good people who just loved babies And believed they were supposed to be treated nice. I appreciate you all Also the brothers who took us high so that they could she us fall Those who were stupid and couldn't listen to us because you taught we were small Bad days makers who hided out toys and doll Other who tored our ball. Thank you all. Its because of you we grew up this strong and tall. Every one played their role And taught us a lesson. That a few will carry you and support your goal. *Squishy Poet*
I know I fail a lot And I know I will never be good enough I believe you can not save every bit of me And I tend to make stupid mistakes Sometimes am even scared of myself I curse myself for being the opposite of who I want to be in my head Am sorry but who I am right now is not even half of it The horrors, The insults thrown at us as kids stuck in us When I lift my chin to look into the mirror Two different species My subconscious rases with my heartbeat I think am turning into the opposite of who I want to be Am turning into the person who made me write my 1st suicidal note Needs are driving me endlessly crazy And the more I grow the more needs I wish to turn back the hands of time so that as a kid they'd hold me Tight enough that I feel secure enough I wish I had someone in my past who'd last till my death One who'd always be there for me if need be One who knows how I feel without asking One who'd call me just to say 'hey, life is hell but we're in this ...
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