Street corners belong to women too...
Trust no one, even if they come in pairs...to convince you otherwise.
Maybe they-re just born that way, or maybe I'm just a good target that has enough goods to take-away, I took her number but she stole my phone...How the heck am I gonna call her?
******* inked on a human flesh. Girl, you should've been an Artist cause wherever your hands touch they leave a sting... And it's funny how things ended by You being the only One laughing at the end. Because I can promise you that if the moon would become broke, I'd pick up its pieces and stab you on the back...
...From the back because I heard that you love it from behind, its not because I'm a slacker, but its just that I don't mind coming second, trust me... Its better if you come first either in my life or in bed..
I came, I saw and watched the clock as it watches me watch it. ****! My grandpa was right; Nowadays with all these "DRUGS" and "DISEASES" walking around is the main reason why so many of our beautiful youth are filling the graves...
Either falling to fill the grave, or falling in love to fall pregnant...even if the disease came as honest as unsafe ***, "if she is a beauty" you'd never neglect it, like my Grandmother said... *** sells, but it Comes cheap and leaves at a very expensive price...it might take your health, or probably maybe your life...
Wrote this poem with my friend. I hope you like it