Poetry Session: I hate Notes
Finally Caught her that night, lonely not home.
Considering since 6pm, messages gathered and shattered my phone
She 25, I Feel Grown.
So my mature sophistication has me stabilizing the whole situation.
Built her back up with words to fill her hearts vacant,
I put in hard work for this type of vacation.
See I’m Not normally patient, but Granted is my time for waiting.
Around 23HRS, Miss 25 came into my kingdom
Substantially her flow had me,
instantly as she dropped out of those Peek A Boo Charmed Skinny Jean Dereons.
Reminisced to those afternoon wet texts, Got me crazy, my keys broke the way she carried on.
We Took off like my flight was gone; I evaded the requirements of the night, Basically.
Overall I Came late two times, both times thinking how much she was going to suffocate me.
Clothes gone, drapes torn, but this aftermath was beyond shady.
Glanced around.. That morning she was gone and took all but a note,
With words for thought, 3 Weeks I only knew Lady
Dear Gotti
Thanks for the baby.
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