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Believe Me

SHE never did                              
Really love you                              
                               
Believe me                              
                               
Love none,                              
 trust a few                              
, do wrong to some.                              
This is so fucking true                              
                               
Believe me                              
                               
SHE Will                              
Bite your ass at the end                    
Of what's left  
 of your wasted relationship      
She                           
Takes everything        
You work so hard for      
To live a average life      
Fucking bitch                           
Leave you hanging by a thread                              
She will make you scream                              
Leave you broke                              
Like a third world human being                              
                               
Believe me                              
                               
You got to fuck her hard            
 or be screwed  enough                               
to find the right one.                                
                               
Believe me                              
                               
She never cooks                              
SHE  basically never clean s        
Lazy me really lazy She         
She acts like a  wet blanket                             
But in her  dark cherry heart                              
She wishes you had Floyd mayweather money                                                     
                               
Believe me                              
                               
She's always                              
Asking for everything                              
                               
She's never happy with just one thing                              
                               
Believe me                              
                             
She's planning on her                              
Next move                              
Is like she's running    
More faster then flash    
Passing your third eye    
Asking yourself why  
                             
Get some fine real bait                              
To rail her back in                        
                         
Is like                        
she's a little fish living in a filthy pond                        
Wanting to live in Palm Beach, Aruba                        
Wanting to escape or disappear                      
Like  the disappearance of Natalee Holloway                        
                       
SHE Will always        
 wins with her  mastermind   ways                    
                             
Believe me                            
                             
Don't get me wrong,                            
 I admire her breast ,ass and stinking pussy                            
I have an appreciation                            
For her in some ways                            
 But In do time,                            
 beauty lies                            
She Will                            
Break your fucking heart                            
Into a million  Reese's Pieces                            
                             
Believe me                          
                         
My EROTIC poem begins                          
as a lump in my Latin throat,                          
 a sense of  she evil,                              
The older I get my eyes                          
 become wise                          
Like the bag of potatoes chips                          
The owl is on my shoulder                          
Whispering in my ears                          
Speaking me The Truth                          
She's the Devil in disguise                          
                         
Believe me
Written by Trome
Published | Edited 18th Dec 2017
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