Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Bro's before Ho's
I wretched at the hearts in her eyes,
The way she ditched me for some dude
Who talked shy and slick words to her.
I listen to her gush, my stomach about to
Empty its contents to her feet.
I feign a light smile at her joy.
Inside, I'm dying to give her gratification for love,
But on the outside, I'm hard and cold.
I pretend that I do not take kindly to being
Placed back on the shelf so a man can woo her.
I can fake anger all I want but, I cannot fake this
Jealousy, because she gets more opportunities
To love than I get to breathe.
9-27-11
The way she ditched me for some dude
Who talked shy and slick words to her.
I listen to her gush, my stomach about to
Empty its contents to her feet.
I feign a light smile at her joy.
Inside, I'm dying to give her gratification for love,
But on the outside, I'm hard and cold.
I pretend that I do not take kindly to being
Placed back on the shelf so a man can woo her.
I can fake anger all I want but, I cannot fake this
Jealousy, because she gets more opportunities
To love than I get to breathe.
9-27-11
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Bro`s before Ho`s
Bro`s before Ho`s