"girlfrend" poems
"1)..You take your girlfrend. An go
clubbing,after you marry her you want to
stop her from clubbing.....my brother,you
think a miracle will happen??
2)...You have 8 tribal marks ,stretch marks
scattered all over your body,but you still
want tatoos......aahh my frend,are you a
zebra??
3)...You be 6 feet tall,you still wear 6 inch
high heels..my sister,you want to whisper to
God??
4)....You take pictures inside different types
of cars,yet you go say you are not a
cheater..aunty, are you a mechanic??
5)..You gather different pictures of girls in
your phone and you go expect your girl to
believe you are not cheating..abeg uncle,areyou a photographer??
6)...He gave you an engagement ring for over
5years but he never married you..my
dear,are you lord of the rings?
7)...You claim you ate pizza but you go *****
Polony and vetkoek..my friend,are you. a
magician??
8)...Your girl be licking ice cream but you be
drinking pure water.,.my friend,are you
diabetic??
9)..You are 18 years old and your sugar
daddy be 70 years old and you go call him
baby..aahh my sister,that one should be your
ancestor"
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
Love makes me happy makes me sad,
Makes me tired makes me glad,
Why does Love affect me in so many different ways?
There is Love for a brother, for a sister, for a mother,
For a father, for an uncle, for a girlfrend, or friends.
Why can I only manage the last two?
Hate is the rage that fills my bones,
At the separation of me and her, two hearts forever joined,
At the way my parents mock my friends,
At Cancer. That the filthy beast should dare go near Andy!
Hate starts wars, causes death, destruction, decay.
Yet where is Love in war?
In the smile of te nrse at the valor of her patients,
In the flowers laid on the graves of even the enemy,
In the defense of Liberty, Family and the Homeland.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
The passing of frends comes from the coming of news
They will leave u alone wanting to sing the blues
I just recently lost my best frend to the spec of dust he calls his girlfrend
I hav no problem i told him not to expect me to be nice until it comes to an end
The thing is we were wingbros
But wings can be stripped into solos
Seperated by a spec of dust blowing in the wind
I wish wen he chose his brain would hav spinned
It wud hav tossed and turned
So tht a ****** relationship wud not hav been earned
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC