Real?

He's tellin' me its not just me, it's him as well, but if it was him then he shouldn't 
of said those words he tells. He said "I Do" when he didn't but he said that he 
did. Sewing these seeds that will grow into weeds. This guy has me trippin', so 
unsure of myself. Don't know if I should quit him because it might be real. But if 
that was the deal, then let me tell you watz up. He'd love me for me whether I'm 
talkin' or moanin'. Take me as I am thick-a-licious or just skinny. My shoe size 
wouldn't matter and in his eyes, my smile would be perfect. He'd walk across the 
longest desert with no water for me. So this must not be.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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May 6, 2016 at 11:59 AM
ZIA NICE TO HAVE READ THIS POEM
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April 26, 2016 at 6:16 PM
zia, Well done. Glad to read your poem today. Always ~LINDA~
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March 19, 2010 at 6:25 PM
Zia this is tc's mom.... Been looking for you guys.... [email protected]
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