love me

0 Comments

Poem Commentary

this was a poem that i had to get out there it was just the point of him accusing me made me so mad

love me

Ok babe we are one in heart
but in the flesh we are apart.
I never have problems like this before
Painting a picture as if i was a whore.
I never have a nigga accuse me like the way you do,
My nose all open stuck as two.
We went to the party
and gotten all crazy,
but the things you were seeing sounds alittle hazy.
many i heard but this takes the cake,
The way your eyes was i knew it wasn't a joke.
thinking i would do that to you, not even a little poke.
we was just dancing, nothing, so innonce.
but you accuse me of him being in it.
i never let any other man in your cookie jar
so why would i start now
don't make me into something i am not
just be the man that suppose to love my lots.

Poem Comments

(0)

Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Soloist’s Poems (4)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Dat Niggah 0
love me 0
HEARTBREAK 0
The use of FUCK 0

Soloist’s Friends (2)