Big shadow looming
Over the head
Mean women waiting
And wanting the gold
Drunk men looking
For love and hate
In strangers eyes
And the children are insane
Throwing stones at peddlers
.
Encapsulated by her greed
She waits for her man
And The precious gifts
That she loves
Diamond and gold
And the beautiful dress
Her man is a fool
Cause he adores her
.
She flaunts her beautiful face
And hides her ugly heart
Walking down the street
She gives those clues
To desperate and lonely men
Her haunting smile still
Captures every broken heart
In a sweet surrender of will
She let go of her shame
.
Her man loves her though
And he has no clue
Works hard and wise
For every penny that she wastes
He lives alone far away
From her fake love, so
He feels nothing at times
Bliss is a forgotten friend
He's waiting for the end
.
In the end justice will be done
Just before the morning sun
She can run and she can hide
And throw away all her pride
She will pay for her sin
Just like they always have been

Thought about my ex today.
Reminisced about the *** and such.
I know I said that I'd still love that girl,
But Lord knows I've never lied so much.
My ex girl is a good dream about a bad time that I mistakenly got away from.
My ex girl is a good dream about a good **** that could one day ***.
My ex girl is a bad *****, with the thick hips and the *** to match, lips that softly slip so sweet with every kiss; I loved that.
My ex girl has that pretty face that makes necks break and men chase and she knows it.
My ex girl is a flirt and knows I want her bad and she shows it.
She looks at me so deep and sneaks through to my conscience and can switch it off so quick.
My ex girl got the magic; she could make you quiver in just one lick.
My ex girl could get it.
But I can't **** wit it.

My ex girl ain't wife type.
And I'm at that point in life where I'm tryna live that wife life.
So she could be bad all she want and it's sad she don't want that wife hype.
She could be so good but she's bad at being honest; more concerned with "likes" than love.
More concerned with quick *** and rec drugs.
**** gonna catch up to her one day and she'll learn that she should've used that beauty on the runway.
But I'm done bae, no matter how amusingly your beauty continues enthusing me.
But you slept while you couldn't be working to be the One bae.
Done.

"Will you always love me?"
The question is absolutely ridiculous; I have loved her a million lifetimes before, and I will love her for a million lifetimes after.
Our souls mesh and fit every inch of each other.
Our minds are forever connected, and our hearts are perfectly intertwined.

"Will you always be.."
"Mine?" I finish for her, like many sentences she speaks.
My answer is a smile, a true and genuine smile.
A smile that, before her, never had graced my lips before.
She possess every single speckle of my being,
my organs were utterly useless before I donated them to her.
Her hands fit in mine perfectly,
and my skin is electrified by simply brushing up beside her.

"I love her."
I tell my mother's headstone, when I catch up with the grass and trees in the graveyard.
Four years have flown by, and everyday I am still more in love than the last.
When we're good we're great, and when we're bad we're good.

"She's the one" the stars hear my thoughts,
a constant running track in the style of an infinity symbol;
every grain on it being a vision of only her.

"She is my world"
and I live for her, every. single. day.

Who would contradict the affection of a mother?
She who endeavored to bestow us the breath of existence;
Intensely compassionate in personality they are.
Secures us and therefore forms our defense.

Who else can obtain and sustain the duty of a sister?
She who happens to be our emotional support;
Sensible in intellect and gentle in action they are.
Guides us and therefore on no account lets us abort.

Who would constantly be dependable like a wife?
She who makes it crucial to fulfill our needs at any rate;
Gorgeous in qualities and remains beside us for our entire life,
Idolizes us and therefore desires us to be her soul mate.

Who else can be more valuable than a daughter?
She who sacrifices for the advantages of her family;
Garnished with essence of motherliness and heals our scar.
They are overflowing with responsibilities to an extreme degree.

Women stay as the most significant person in our life and soul,
And build an effort to facilitate us to accomplish our goal.

I can hear you near
Sneaking through the door
I can hear your bangles
Chiming lust in my ears
Your shyness keeps it real
I'll set your desire in fire
Embrace me from behind
Hug me tight, that's right
I'll hold your tiny face
And pour a thousand kisses
Bend you back to bed
Bless you with my passion

I'll have to grab you
And tell
You are a gift
The droplet from heaven
To slake my thirst

You are the crown
On my head
So prestigious
than my innocence

You can only be
The one
For me

Look at you
Charming and gorgeous
It always does give me
Goosebumps

It's like a soft pat
On my bare belly
Spreading the fingers
It sends a vibration
A sense to all my body
To millions of hairs
To rise, and embrace
Your presence