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oh really ya think so

Contributed by evolon on Thursday, 22nd March 2012 @ 04:52:16 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



well my old head told me love of a woman changes like the season,
with that in mind i compromise,
accepted justifications,
didnt question each and every reason.

winter time its cuddle cuddle u cook i do dishes
spring time new dresses new shoe credit approved your wishes
summer time im here with your kids your with those unattached..... ******
autumn time i fall back no longer sharing the riches

now u mad? cant hit the club to hear ya favorite song?
continually tell me im wrong and thinking the worst,
i hang out with my hommies too..
just never came home with my drawz in my purse.

i admit maybe in the beginning i was a little bit jealous
caught up with the head, stroke whispers its mines. ignoring warnings from the fellas
questioning my self thinking maybe i am a lil over zealous.
completely missing the message that the older music would tell us.

listening to that smokey robinson, the temptation its just my imagination,
Dirty diana Mike jackson,ya words sneaky like prince! i ponder the situation,
memories us dancing to baby got back remembering love with no hesitation,
4:30 am im awake listening to as we lay wondering is home your destination,

stayed over your friends to drunk to make it home?
ok but it went to voice mail what u lose ur phone?
oh, now im tripping leave u the **** alone?
right youre sorry now that i want to be gone!

a month go buy we let that ***** go, i guess
we been together 3 years your youngest is 4 im not her dad but i do my best.
been to 2 family reunions and now your introducing a cousin i never met?
looking in this man eyes, boiled internal stress hold on hold wait 1 sec !

coaching me to believe he is family.
dude seems to close to you but thats my gut feeling the man in me.
i tell our duaghter to wash hands for dinner he looking like he cant stand me.
so ass hole me asks soo0o0 u maribell kinfolk or the other side the family..?

end the night your cousin ready to leave to his hotel
he made clear to mention what room im like what the hell.
his hug seemed to personal but watching from the kitchen i couldnt tell
shake his hand goodbye the birthmark just like on your daughter rang the bell

next day you seem happy to leave early to get the day started.
9:15 your job call requesting to forward your calls.. im broken hearted
so you call out of work via remote i got the car started..
o0o0o dis ***** trynna play me wtf i look retarded!!!

grabbed the nickle platted 45, but this personal i grab the knife!
damn your car in the parking lot never got married in my eyes your my wife.
tipped the door man 100 told me the room and a guest key, this place nice!
walk in the room youre there naked on the bed manila envelope.. light a new port i smile then devilish grin considering every ones life!!!!!

to be continued ....lol




Copyright © evolon ... [ 2012-03-22 16:52:16]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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