Title of PoemOk This Sucks
Roses are Red / so is blood shed / idle thoughts in the head / leaving most brain dead
I woman in the bed / can leave a lifetime of misery / this is no mystery / just many people's history
One wrote and said she's miss'n me / I got lost in her future / she's reminiscing while she listen to / Al Green and Luther
How I use to be her soother / feet and calf massage / now she single don't wanna mingle / but wants back that past collage
Tired of that mirage / formed by images of old / when we kissed enjoyed the bliss / of each others hold
Souls were sold / and dates became mates / passion was great / so was the sex from the gate
We had a lot on the plate / careers drove a wedge / that drove us to the edge / and over the ledge
We never made a pledge / no commitments of sorts / only two miles apart / holding down separate forts
Entertaining idle thoughts / love me not but miss me lots / slow cruise'n threw a future / that time has long forgot
I was the apples to her Mott's / saucy and flossy / until she chose to double cross me / that's how she lost me
Told her love was costly / now look where it's at / chose to trust another cat / now she want'n me back
To fill in where others lacked / cause her desire is starve'n / told her sh*t ain't possible / I'm not retiring Carmen
Ripped her off some Charmen / tissue for that issue / don't really mean to diss you / but Ex-girl means I miss you
So here's a kiss too / send you back on your way / for you to cry another day / because you f*ck*d over Play
When bad karma comes to pay / you can keep the change / your sweet but strange / honey peep the range
I'm not about games / so I fired the Ref' / and fired the rest that was cause'n me stress
Now I have another dress / that I slide under nightly / tap'n it lightly / so baby baby bite me!!!
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Submitted on July 31, 2012
Modified on March 05, 2023
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