Sorry, but I don't know what else to name it.
Making love’ vigina has to be like a rubrics cube
If you don’t twist and turn properly, your way off tune.
On a path to try to find one to be with
You find that you marry the one you love and not the one you sleep with.
Cuz the one you creep with
Ain’t the one you count the sheep with.
But me,
Oh no, no one told me love was so damn confusing
But its amusing to know
That though
The games we play
Might make you win,
But in reality you’re actually loosing.
So many think it’s just a cruise,
Hell, if I don’t care, ain’t got nothing to lose,
and so many women, make it easy to choose,
but when the pen and the paper melt
cuz of the burning shit your heart felt
when she crushed it,
then you tend to see a bruise.
And when it hurts like a motherfucker
Well, then you mix blood with booze.
I love it when they take the time to insinuate upon you
That a kiss don’t mean sit, til’ she’s layin’ upon you,
But you persist upon calling yourself a romantic
And still the young ain’t got shit to learn from you.
To lead by example take a chance,
When in tune with good music take a dance,
When poetry speaks, take a stance
Ain’t we the best of poets, the best of lovers
So fuck the loving and romantic France,
And for that fact fuck romance.
And if this heartbreak is bad enough to let me pass,
Then I’ll make sure for the good few, to put a bullet in Cupid’s ass,
So not to shoot arrows
But spit flowers.
So not to let me ache,
But let me sleep for hours...
Why is vigina like a Rubics Cube because men like boys will play wit their toys for hours.....
