The Day Before Yesturday, I was down and out
single, lonely and depressed
I knew nothing of true love
no ne to call before I fell asleep and say goodbye to
The Day Before Yesturday, I thought all men where the same
about games, just wanting to fuck, catch a nut, and then duck
dogs, ducks, lil boys, wanna be pimps, never take the blame for shit
just be oh, so quick to turn it on you
but who would've known, that last night
when I fell asleep, that I'd wake and have a new look on things
with love in the air, someone who cares
a true gentleman, a real man
someone who's so strong as a person but yet, so soft when he's with you
a protector, a lover, not a fucker
not the one to fuck you raw, pull out on ya ass or leg
and when you get up, the shit drips down
but the one who wears the FOR HER condoms
and when you're done, HE goes and get the towel and he cleans you off
one who takes his time to fulfill your needs
and don't give a fuck what his boys think
who would've known, things would change
The Day Before Yesturday
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This Is Not Poetry, My Soul Has Sprung a Leak
Poesia***BEFORE YOU READ*** By reading this, you are entering my soul. There's adult language and contents...! Every word comes from me; this is personal, but I don't mind sharing :) My type of poetry doesn't rhyme all of the time, just so you'd know, Mos...
