Story story... Once upon a time
i told her to come and cook.,
now look,
she is standing by the road side like some-type of whore,
she must be high on something coz i don't get how she'd stoop so low,
trust me i also ain't a believer of humble beginnings,
but am a fan of patience and sacrifice,
but she.. she couldn't wait, she wanted it fast
flashy cars and house on the hill she got used to it
everything about her was lit
she got more curvy
more light skinned some said it was surgery
but i believed it was the money...
wait lets go back to the scene by the road side..
so am there thinking to my self is this a classic story of grace to grass,
but before you think i will end with her begging put the fact that am sitting in her couch writing this, in mind,
... to be continued...
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A Thousand Poems To Us'
PoetryThis is based on pure emotions and real life experiences.
