Baby don’t listen to my words
But listen to my actions
I’m not like these boys
Who go around treating girls like they toys
Then make noise about how they took your innocence
Believe the actions not the promises
Believe the moments not the comments
In the end that’s all that matters
Haters will hate
Hold my hand and I’ll prove you worth more than a thousand rands
They call you medusa but I know you worth more than a Versace bag
Or Louis bag,
Or a Gucci bag,
Hold my hand and I’ll love you for who you are
Not who everybody wants you to be
I’ll love you without your make up,
So chin up,
Or that crown will fall baby
I’ll love you without that designer dress
Cause you impress me more when you naked
I’m faded
High on your love
I’ll love you without those fake nails, cause your natural finger deserves that diamond
Shine baby you everything I ever wanted,
When you speak I forget everything you did with a smile
And not a fake one
Cause you are a real one
I love you
-freedom prayer (f.p)
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THE LOST LETTER
Poetry"The lost letter" (continuation of I am not to blame) book Written to show the issues that some teenagers fight On a daily basis, divorced parents, losing a parent Depression, and loneliness In a form of a letter.It's written to let them know That...