Rebirth
of fate
Not so soon
But oh baby never
ever,
EVER
too late.
In creeps the end
walking with that pimped
out lean
Mean bad mutha
Sucka
Shet yo mouf
Loving on me some him
He loved inside o' me
Tricked me down
That backward wayward
ass clown..
May he drown in that brown
fire
Rum, whiskey, tequila
whateva he desires
Oooo baby
did you miss me?
Did he..
Girl.. oh
Did he..
??
Makin' a sista
shake in her heels
six inches he threw
against that wall
lovin on this like it
was brand new
Then today had to come..
damned mornin sun
He took that bottle..
now that i think about it it was
Gin
Left his damned drawers
on my floor
And that's the story of
fate..
categorized
HIS ass
again..
he's a cold son of a
shhhhh...
Just like a man.
YOU ARE READING
Gemini
PoetryA purging of the mind, heart, and spirit. . the soul bled through virtual ink.. a melding of words of which i call poetry
