guys
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I love my guys, they’re the best
'I'
think they`re better than the rest
My husband & son, are both # 1
and …
He spots Her; She notices.
He's so fucking hot!
She's so damn fine!
They meet, they flirt, they hit it off.
The pups develop "feelings" for eachother.
They hook up, date and fuck.
My brothers, my guysA family in disguiseOne of the greatest in my eyesMy brothers by choiceMy guys wit
Sisters-
If a man ever pleads
with you, saying, "It's
what all guys do
to girls," it is
your job to tell him
but one thing:
be different.
It didn't matter what I thought
to regret my decision
to change my choice
I chose my country
I chose my God
over you
I hurt you
I angered you
I considered you
trying to change me
I remember the first thing I said to you. It went something like "Hi, I like to growl" geez I was so nervous to speak.
I turned red as you brushed it off and askedmy name. It's Kat, no Ashley, it's
This girl was crazy
But she looked like a mountain daisy.
Her brown curly hair
Made her blue eyes be stared.
She was the clown of the group
So she was kept in the loop
Dumb luck,
Dumb hope.
I'm a sitting duck,
A hurt antelope
When I first saw you
you were a crush
In a minute I hoped
In an hour I wished
In the night I dreamed
There you are again
And here come the tears
I try to defend myself
But it never works
There you are again
Why are you mad?
You broke it off
You hurt me too
Of all the dreams I dreams
I think about my self-esteem
It might me high, it might be low
Just talk to me, so at least you’ll know
Hello
Umm......
I apologize if I'm a bother
I usually don't do this because I'm....
Well I get nervous
But I just wanted to tell you that you are gorgeous
"This is a very intense poem that is true, and it is very sad and painful going through this.
I'm finally free,
I wish you could see,
What you mean to me.
But now you are gone
And I'm left all alone.
But you could care less,
You said "let it rest".
I'm done with your games,
What if there was an easy way to decide?
Does he love me; does he not: this is always the question.
Do I want him? Am I mad? Those two always bugging me.
It consumes my very being for days upon days.
Staring and declaring
No known piece of evidence
But my factual mind can prove everything
I could've sworn he was apart of me
Growing from my rib
And configured from the ground
Wish it was possible to be Frankenstein
Except I wouldn't go around digging for limbs.
Instead I’ll take a couple traits, piece em together to make my him.
I’d take his intellect and smile. Even his soft spoken ways
The taste in your mouth that lingers and trudges, has no adulation for you any longer.
The taste that's withers your tongue and scolds your cheeks shares the same name as I.
Your erotic lips and animalistic eyes
tell me if those rappers never promote drugs would you be taking them?
have you ever asked your self is this really who i am?
tell me what good do you get from those songs ?
There are some things girls just didn't know they didn't want to know.
Like the way you didn't know you didn't want to know what your parents were doing while you were sleeping Christmas Eve.
