Ginger Lou
When they perceive me.
I don’t even need to be around physically.
A picture of me forms naturally mentally.
I’ll leave my scorpion stinger in anyone who I feel I hold sentimentally.
Through my Claws I reach for the heart and embrace love while I devour your soul.
Without me,You will be lost with a missing piece, An unforgettable un fillable hole.
I usher a different type of vibe,a different type of love.
A friendship people drop to their knees and pray for a me from above.
I acknowledge the understandings of realities most people don’t.
I stick by in situations most people won’t.
I can dislike you and we no longer even speak One phone call and Im laced up.What Is the location?What do you need?Where’s the beef?
I am already in the whip hitting the streets.
You will feel I am close when vibrations vibrate the sidewalk by your feet.
Then you will spot Mrs.Ginger Lou Leaned back in the drivers seat.
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