Aug 2016
I would rather trust a women's instinct than a mans reason, I'm sick and tired of fake people for many different reasons.
A women's instinct is the truth no reason to mis lead me. All these fake other people around are a new bread of ******* leaches.
They make me sick they really do cockroach little leaches, I had to write this poem to get all this anger out my system, I see them coming from were they don't I won't let them in my head no I won't.
They mind games are seriously silly hurry up tick tock the clock is ticking, you ******* leaches creatures always scheming and tricking.
Your end game is your game my anger is your pain I refuse to play dumb that situation has Ended, you blocked and un followed yes mate you un freinded, my Pen is so angry let the words speak to mend it.
How can I trust a mans reason? When a mans reason is unpleasing two faced qweek'ly judging realising that trust was nothing.
At least a womens instinct is realistic no mind games no *******, she's trusting not wanting not thinking she needs to be winning. That game she ain't playing her instincs are all she's saying.
She ain't got nothing to gain but a simple solution to my pain, let me be honest and explain I'm sick of fake people who always sound the same. So let me remind you my poetry's so exciting.
JidosReality 6.6.15
A women's instinct is the truth no reason to mis lead me. All these fake other people around are a new bread of ******* leaches.
They make me sick they really do cockroach little leaches, I had to write this poem to get all this anger out my system, I see them coming from were they don't I won't let them in my head no I won't.
They mind games are seriously silly hurry up tick tock the clock is ticking, you ******* leaches creatures always scheming and tricking.
Your end game is your game my anger is your pain I refuse to play dumb that situation has Ended, you blocked and un followed yes mate you un freinded, my Pen is so angry let the words speak to mend it.
How can I trust a mans reason? When a mans reason is unpleasing two faced qweek'ly judging realising that trust was nothing.
At least a womens instinct is realistic no mind games no *******, she's trusting not wanting not thinking she needs to be winning. That game she ain't playing her instincs are all she's saying.
She ain't got nothing to gain but a simple solution to my pain, let me be honest and explain I'm sick of fake people who always sound the same. So let me remind you my poetry's so exciting.
JidosReality 6.6.15
Am tired of fake people this poem has so much meaning in it.
