the reson i cant love

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    • quise
    • Now keep in mind that im an artist and im sensitive about my shit -eryka badu

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    yup

    the reson i cant love

    you are the reson my heart cant love
    the reson why a new women i cant hug
    you are the reson i kiss then leave
    the same reson why when i dream about you i cant breathe
    your the reson i hurt other girls and not care about there cry
    the reson they look me in my face and ask why
    its you all you the person i cant stand
    so i sit in my chair in class and pretend everythings grand
    i do believe your the reson i hurt my past ex
    the reson why shes a lesbian now and ask what girls next
    i thank you and so do the girls who think about me and get pissed
    i thank you that now your the only girl i miss
    i blame you for everything my world was perfect without you
    why bother me if you knew our love wouldnt be true
    why say you love me then ruin my day
    my ex thanks you your the reson shes gay
    im done with this bittersweet poetry and im sick of you
    but i believe the next girl i meet we will have love and i can forget bout you forever boo
                     -gods son

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    laydbak1 commented on the reson i cant love

    06-14-2009

    the voice here cries from a soul ravaged so deeply by a person who wasn't deserving of it that the pain of it is felt so strongly it will not go away easily, nor quickly... it's hold is fierce that it's kept the soul focused only on looking back and not able to focus on tomorrow and beyond.... a strong write....

    Chaos128 commented on the reson i cant love

    06-10-2009

    Quise - The feeling in this piece is powerful and understandable. But I would add,young bro',that when you let somebody permenantly scar your feeling, you're allowing them to RULEyour feelings, even though they are no longer in the picture. You always gotta put yourself first. It's a male thing. A BLACK male thing. -Chaos-

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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