How hard is it to tell your girl that she looks beautiful, why does that take so much effort for you? What's the complex equation that holds you from paying attention to the little things that your girl does or like? Then you call her a hoe or bitch cause I'm the one who knows what color tooth-brush she likes, or know the name of the gel she puts in her hair. Don't worry playa she won't run out of hair gel, I'm consistent with mine, I have a fresh supply in my bathroom, i have enough of her favorite candy on the nightstand next to my bed. When you see her staring at something seemliness while you are talking, I can guarantee you that it's not that she ignoring you on purpose it's just that I'm that good. ha i know it has you mad. I'm so good she tells me that she doesn't deserve me. Homie tighten up, before she leaves you. Just make the effort of listening. Take your girl out to a nice dinner, get her some flowers, It's not my responsibility to tell you this, but obviously I guess because you wasn't up on your game to already know, but you already know that I know.Lmfao All I'm saying is that you should treat you lady like a lady. Show interest, be truthful, have great convo., and learn to compromise, things like time with the fellas and time with her. That's a big one. I got faith in you little whippa-snappa. As for me I'm going to wait for that girl to see the potential that has been in front of her since years back. lol i guess that's all that's left to say...
Friday, August 30, 2013
I'm Good at What I Do. 4/2008
If you didn't know me what would you think of this life I live? If you never saw how I was what would you say about the way that I can love? I continue to lose my way in this small world that seems to drown me in a spacious cubical. I'm trap by my own will. It's easy to give up loving someone, especially when they show no signs of giving you that feeling in return. They try to explain that it's all part of our infrastructure this feeling of failure. How can you fail a feeling something as real as the air that we breathe that can only be seen in the cold exits of our lungs.This is far from a game, this is life. I'm intoxicated with that sense of bullshit! Things have changed in this era of social decline for the romantic and honest. It seems to be getting worst , for those that only want good. The shadow that the mean, self-absorbed, and clueless motherfuckers cast clouds the very emotions of the ones that deserve only the best. The rest of us are left with the damaged hearts, and minds. I'm tired of fixing other peoples mess and getting a pat on the back or a fucking thank you! I've done enough fixing to be selfish and say fix me. I'm not sorry for knowing what's right, for knowing how to treat a woman, how to make them smile. That's just who I am.
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