Bruised... - Poem by Ashley Marie
Lord help me!
I'm so confused.
I just can't see,
why good women always loose.
And its the cheating girls,
that he always choose.
Just to write in his blogs,
how she left his heart so bruised,
and how loved he wants to be.
But he only gets used.
Dear God why cant he see,
that I can be his good news?
And although I like to eat,
I'm not just in it for the screws,
but I wanna make his heart skip a beat.
Instead of crying the blues.
I wonder if I can ever,
experience the kind of love my heart issues.
If I were any less than a woman,
my bed would be full of wet tissues.
Lord I don't know where I'm going,
but I'm just about to set my heart on cruise.
Besides I'm one of loves most foolish fools!
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