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Okay, I'M Still Waitin

A couple real friends, a couple fake ones
A couple real feelings, a couple jaded
Side effects of the fact that
We'll never make it
When I try to take my time
Usually it's your time I'm takin
And when you not around
I'm sittin round waitin
Try to be dedicated 
...just be talkin ****
Yeah, defecatin 
Maybe I like to suffer
Cuz love is suffocatin
I love to be smuthered
Like mothers potatoes

Then leave all a sudden
Searching for the perfect station
All I hear is static
Stagnation
Don't panic
I'm still paintin
Bout to have stroke, every stroke is greatness 
Waitin for love...
....Okay I'll keep waitin
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Pinet Avatar
December 1, 2015 at 11:57 AM
This one is very well stitched together with style and deep feelings brought together by your poetic soul. A sad song like poem that flows with a troublesome beat. Emile. #7
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December 1, 2015 at 4:09 PM
Ahh, your comment is like a song my friend, appreciate it!
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December 1, 2015 at 2:01 PM
Ahh, your comment is like a song my friend, appreciate it!
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