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I promised her A G-Wagon and a Camaro SS Had her thinkin that I was the best And we gon make it out the hood. I had promised her That we gon build a business together And... You know what? **** this weather, Its been raining all my life, Hell, "Baby you bout to be my wife." I promised her a garden of sunkissed Cayenne roses and Crepe Myrtles, Oh **** a graden of Crepe myrtles, And an ****** from a drop of the finest wine Fresh from a muscadine fruit. I promised her the best time in our youth And a sweet tooth, She got a knack for sugar rushes And blushes. I promised her a gold and diamond pinky ring, And a Mariachi Band Dark purple amethyst stones In her hands, Laying down on a black sand beach. Cause life's a beach, But I gave her a tidal wave of lies.......... A storm is brewing, And I found peace with ignoring her calls For the past few days, Getting lazy, The air getting hazy And maybe I'll hit her back when I'm ready. Maybe I'll get her back when I'M steady, Ready, willing and able. She approached me, "...I thought you said you don't like fables." I said "Baby I read fairy tales growing up, And my whole life has been a biography." Because I feel like someone is writing down everything I do. Even the love I had for you. Never knew how to stay true, But always stuck to myself, Hell if it was possible, Stuck to my wealth. But try me, Like James Brown to his "hands down." That's my best friend. Walk with me Talk with me, And watch how good I make you believe in my vanity. Fall into my trap door, You walk in on a cracked floor, And when you fall thru, I'll call you, "The Queen of Stupidity" Only because... You really thought you was getting into me. Dummy.
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
Vain Agreement
I promised her A G-Wagon and a Camaro SS Had her thinkin that I was the best And we gon make it out the hood. I had promised her That we gon build a business together And... You know what? **** this weather, Its been raining all my life, Hell, "Baby you bout to be my wife." I promised her a garden of sunkissed Cayenne roses and Crepe Myrtles, Oh **** a graden of Crepe myrtles, And an ****** from a drop of the finest wine Fresh from a muscadine fruit. I promised her the best time in our youth And a sweet tooth, She got a knack for sugar rushes And blushes. I promised her a gold and diamond pinky ring, And a Mariachi Band Dark purple amethyst stones In her hands, Laying down on a black sand beach. Cause life's a beach, But I gave her a tidal wave of lies.......... A storm is brewing, And I found peace with ignoring her calls For the past few days, Getting lazy, The air getting hazy And maybe I'll hit her back when I'm ready. Maybe I'll get her back when I'M steady, Ready, willing and able. She approached me, "...I thought you said you don't like fables." I said "Baby I read fairy tales growing up, And my whole life has been a biography." Because I feel like someone is writing down everything I do. Even the love I had for you. Never knew how to stay true, But always stuck to myself, Hell if it was possible, Stuck to my wealth. But try me, Like James Brown to his "hands down." That's my best friend. Walk with me Talk with me, And watch how good I make you believe in my vanity. Fall into my trap door, You walk in on a cracked floor, And when you fall thru, I'll call you, "The Queen of Stupidity" Only because... You really thought you was getting into me. Dummy.
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
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