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Nov 2014
Most guys lead away from being themselves...
As if attaching from their bodies to live to be someone they aren't only to get women..
Fitting in to be accepted, as if you said, "Let me not be who I really am.
There's a girl I've been digging since freshman year but the guys she likes, I'm nothing like them...
I mean I bought her flowers, but I'm not the most muscular, I'm thin and I'm slim.
Well maybe if I tell her she's a bad *****, I'm considered cool...
Let me deduct her with these words, since it's the norm to be cruel...
I mean, I see the other dudes do it and everything seems right.
Let me wear the latest Jordans since that's what these girls like..
Sag my pants down low, yeah they like that sight..
Get that Gucci belt? Yeah I might!
Bring her closer to me, and she'll be catching my flight.
I need to look flashy, I'll rent a Mercedes, and get that club booth...
Throwing money in the air, showing off my gold tooth.
Buy her the latest drinks, she's now drunk and feeling mused.
Body all golden lying sluggish in my bed...
The girl I once bought flowers is now about to give me head...
I mean I thought she was beautiful but now she looks used.
Eyes low as mine but I like this view.
I mean I thought she liked nice guys but she's probably just confused.
I feel a little bad but my ego surely doesn't.
Besides I'm drunk and high, and I've been sipping on robitussin.
She sees a guy that cares, though now all I want is to be pleased."
Thinking to yourself like "who is this guy I've became, it's no longer me..."
I then forget those thoughts as sheΒ Β slowly gets on her knees.
The feeling I felt, she had brains on her like a college scholar.
I mean she did graduate top of her class and this pleasure was an honor roll...
The way she rolled,
her tongue on the tip.
The feeling I felt, in each and every grip.
Am I falling through lust, this girl is too much.
Do I love the feeling or am I saying I love her...
I started to say "I luhhhh"then The feeling made me slur..
It suddenly hit me, and I remembered where I met her..
The same girl I couldn't get being myself...now has her face in my lap!
All from a club..where I had to impress her at...
That same church girl, that's supposedly Christian..
I met her in the club and she indeed did sin.
To step away from being a gentlemen is now what most women find attraction in...
This poem was written by me, influenced from a story a friend of mine told me about a girl he had been digging since his freshman year that he could never get..
Tee Gypsy
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Tee Gypsy  Tallahasseee, Fl
(Tallahasseee, Fl)   
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