Poetic.
Poetic. From the where the dreams flow. You left me like they always do. I start falling then they always go. I’m a sucker, you can call me that. I’m glad I wasn’t stupid and went and got that tat. I would’ve looked real fucking dumb. A broken heart sitting inside my arm. Never to be reconnected. How Poetic. All the words I left unsaid. From all the texts you left unread. I poured my heart out, you just fucked with me. Guess I wasn’t a part of your luxury . Your mind was still so immature. Our first time I thought that I was yours. I told my homies we was something more. And then you fucking slammed the fuckin door; Right in my face. Poetic . Why do I like hood women? Why do I put labels on em? Why can’t they all be good women? ...