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Feb 2012
She said, “You’ll be alone till your old and dead"
Well not in those exact words but feel the verb
      ALONE.
Like a Stab to the heart from Al Capone
I thought I had what it takes
               To find love, happiness, possibly a suitable mate
                    Or two, or three,
                         See I never thought it would be just me
I think she just tamed this tiger.

It was thought to be impossible…
In that one phrase I became trainable,
Undeniable, she put me in my place—definable.

           Will I find a queen, even a princess will do
           I have to wince
           Pinch myself into reality
           I'm making girls mad at me
           Chasing one after the other
           Come on ladies holla at a brotha
           Save me from my wallowing sorrows
           Just want a heart to borrow
           Doesn’t have to be solid, jus’ tryin to make it to tomorrow

Sittin’ on a pile of my own lonely thought
           Epiphany!
Do I know love?
           Have I given it away?
Probably steal it everyday
Might have met it once or twice
I have not a clue.
I obviously don’t know love.
Critique is welcomed.
BlakOps
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BlakOps  Anguilla
(Anguilla)   
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