In this world full of bad i think i found some good in a form of a
female. She's pretty brown dark skin, and isn't afraid to fight for
her own. A independent girl that got her own. Nothing comes close just
to see her smile, not even a ******* operator ****** moan. She's
good girl but because of these wanna be thugs they got her thinking
she's wild, a voodoo child, that's worth less then a dime. But because
of they are ripped is the only reason she can tolerate that lip. I'm
trying to show her a nice guy can make **** love look like cute
love,Diminished small but still good, compared to that super power
love the we nice guys own. Even though that's a big challenge I'm up
for it, I'll fight through a hundred men on drugs just to get a hug
from her. and that's the truth and theirs no R in it. And if she's
reading this i hope i don't creep her out. Because its too early to
have these affections for a person i just started talking to a week
ago. But she got to understand all i ever do is wait, like a good girl
is going to some day fall on my plate. I'll take that risk and
probably fall flat on my face but I'll rather have results then to
have regret stuck on my face. But this day i was close because she's
fell a few feet out not so deep in the woods. Now I'm on a journey
trying to find this green leaf in this autumn woods and I'm getting
close, is she going to say yes or is she going to say no. That is her
decision and hers alone, I'll have my answer on the part two of this
poem.