Feelings I always express,
But the outcome she suppress,
Lies I employed to impress,
Her clichés put me in distress,
Lamented for hours,tears raped my eyes,
In all da agony, I still want her to be my mistress.
Fasted but didn't pray, hoping she will comply.
Mouths mocked that she is a temptress,
Friends and foes, shouted and mumbled,
My feelings feeling stronger, now it crumbled,
A mistress, my misery, making me moody.
Her heart my aim, her love my crown,
But her rejection, makes me wanna drown.
If only she will tell me why,
She wished I changed my name...
WRITTEN BY;
JOSH.E.ABELl™®
my rout
from the south
its hooking
have down
small town cooking
the smell
rings abell
love the way
it fixs
I LOVE
GRITS
mabe am a old hag
carry or old bag
you like shoes
that good new
you won't buy
i tell you no lie
am willing to sell
what you offer
don't ring abell
and that cool
am
JUST OLD NOT A FOOL
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