G.35

I tell myself I'm lucky to be alive, I wish I wasn't born, would it matter if I said goodbye, let me parish, be thought of as a thorn.. I'm poking at the right nerves, cuz the wrong ones quick to scorn, a smoke screen and a slight curve, this might be just the norm.. Should you wrap your head around the storm, the calm has pass I've sought a road less torn.. Each day I thank my past, for now I'm on to a life reborn..

G.34

I left my thoughts on the ground, my heart is held up locked in pound, this feeling I've halt, chases me blood hound.. Tomorrow's beauty, time bound. For what it's worth, I'm here, still, on the down.. It's clear since birth, I've cried, is it frown.. Look in these eyes, it's deep, should they drown.. Today's ruby, they sparkle when it's found.. Like a red lipstick, all smiles, no sound.. 

G.26

I guess money talks when you don't seek it, deciphering tummy walks more like beseech be it.. The notes won't lie stamped by guys who reaps in writ, "In God We Trust," embedded by must, deceives my lit.. Believe my grit, He sees a path, let lead be left.. Greed is theft, better yet, deeds due debt.. Influenced by will, a seed cocooned not to be kept.. We consume, make pledge, same tunes, break bread..

G.12

It's been a while, but I miss when a girl smiles genuinely.. Through the fad, the truths been had transparently enough to fullproof her swag.. A thinker of such, the one you get approved from dad.. She has the heart of a queen built up from rags, the keen eyes of a seamstress, stitcher gone mad.. Tailor tilt, each and every step I gasp to, those legs n stilts complement that ass (sorry) boo.. 


Cuttin' it short, my bad...

612L

Body is pressed against a silky finesse, she can be so raw, I call her no-no best. Cuz I don't know any better than to fucks with a miss stress. Her emotions are fully dressed, tucked behind a style that's more than a bit obsessed. Part of her wants that, a piece of her does this, first thoughts are often better than seeing it through the guess. The proportion of her mass is beyond what any other would ask,she keeps it real sweet like I'm a sucka for that. But for real though, her ass is like real dough, one smack and it will heal slow. The insatiable face she glow is the taste that I have and it won't let go. To appease her appetite, it's bite size bark, the proof is in the many works of art...