Many times my name leaves lips with minds that know nothing in witch they speak apon.
Everytime i catch wind of it, its something new like the morning dawn.
A new day begins but the same old trash continue.
Stop eating that garbage, order something new off the menu.
But this is what your into.
Your ears open to the gossip.
The nonsense of these fools who say anything to anyone for a desired response out if you...
Thats a trip.
A car rides by.
Its music trustpast my walls.
The voice of Jay-Z speaing about making tears fall.
The same here appies.
I cant see them coming dotn my eyes.
So i gotta make this poem cry.
Love is a crule force.
It ments twon into one hart.
Once it gets tired it rips that connection apart.
The test of true love is how easy u let go.
The truest is like antimantium.
It wont break bend or fold.
In the begining is the weakest,
Only because thats when you mold.
But once it hardens thats it.
Youl love to watch each other grow old.
Thats not always the case.
... I wont get much deeper.
Iv done everything and more.
Alas. It seems fate wont let me keep her.
My whole swag got switch.
I admit, part of me has died.
But even looking in the mirror i cant see them coming down my eyes.
So i gotta make this poem cry.
....i dont think im done....
