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i’m not happy, i am hurt my heart is no longer full anymore it has been punctured and stepped all over those females never loved me
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
Why do I keep thinking about her so much? Just concerned They won’t leave No no no They won’t leave They won’t leave
the color of brunette is still fresh in my mind whenever i see it i think of you i think of your big, brown eyes what they remind me of you ask
There she goes again, what do I say to her? Damn, I’m trembling like a mofo This is so embarrassing, my legs will not stop shaking and the sweat
I really want to be in your life I care about you, it’s why I published this book on your twentieth birthday We’re still getting to know each other, but I just don’t know
Another day, another dollar Another blunt, different weed filling it with roaches to follow My pen is now in position, playing like the New York Giants in the 2007 playoffs
Love Royale. Who’s next in line to be crowned king and queen? Of a lovely dynasty, somewhere in the big city. Standing in one corner is a guy whose words are mightier than a bullet from a glock.
Who’s to say that I won’t be the one? Who’s to say that I can’t bring my love to the table? Who’s to say that I’m not man who’s not about his business,
Girl, just look at the way you walk. Girl, just look at the way you talk. Girl, just look at how you smile. The things you wear which gives off your preppy vibe
Child, what do you know about a drive? Don’t sit up here and tell me that you are going to be writing them damn rhymes and listening to all this rap for the rest of your life!
On today’s episode of Myth or Fact— We will be quizzing the audience on Khali Raymond, a prolific writer from Newark, New Jersey.
this for my heart, although i haven’t found one yet there are potential candidates however i don’t know, i never been quite the bachelor
