Maybe it's me I'm the one that is not right
Never once was I provided wit a hot plate
From a significant other in my life
And you wonder where my heart be
not ever did you sooth my
Stomach
guess I didn't deserve a morsel or a portion mother & sisters made sure I had a meal even on my own i cook for self ,but will still prepare substance for your dining pleasure digest your conversations , comfort and encourage your dreams ,but I know not one that did the same
How do you know what love is ?
You're talking crazy
in dire need of directions to
Empathy Avenue
Well I'm lost too
I fancy your dance moves
But can you bust a groove infront of a skillet
NO .
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
Maybe it's me I'm the one that is not right
Never once was I provided wit a hot plate
From a significant other in my life
And you wonder where my heart be
not ever did you sooth my
Stomach
guess I didn't deserve a morsel or a portion mother & sisters made sure I had a meal even on my own i cook for self ,but will still prepare substance for your dining pleasure digest your conversations , comfort and encourage your dreams ,but I know not one that did the same
How do you know what love is ?
You're talking crazy
in dire need of directions to
Empathy Avenue
Well I'm lost too
I fancy your dance moves
But can you bust a groove infront of a skillet
NO .
Realized I sure can pick them. No one but family members have ever made me something to eat . The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I was a chef for everyone while my plate was always empty ...(old poem)
