Going Thug
Have you ever noticed the way you always fall inlove with the wrong people.when you are chatting wit yo friends and they ask you what yua dream guy is like and you reply that he is a little bookish,romantic,he bits you wit flowers and writes you poems,he's goodlooking bt nt in an obvious way,he talks wit yu and isnt intrestd in only wan thng,he doesnt luk at other gurls,he calls each nait and yu can talk fo hours,he likes the same music,food and books,he is perfct and all yo friends are nodding,buyout of the corner a player,he is smokin hawt,he doesnt read,doesnt write poems,cant talk fo hours,doesnt belive in flowers,hates yua favorite food and yu hate how hopelessly in love yu are wit im,hahaha.yu ar nw in so much pain knowing yu gave yua heart to a guy ful of thug passion....going thug is my thing fo if yu cant love learn to flatter thats what juicy j taught me..n i dnt mynd telling yu so...love is like a violin,the music may stop now and then,but strings remain foreva wich i luck..n remembr wan thng anyone can be passionate,but it takes real lovers to be silly.i dont nid to b silly..lets mit to the next level.
Copyright © Moha Lakers | Year Posted 2016
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