Closed Chapter

This chapter is complete, but when will the story of frustration end. When will the happiness begin. Looming doubts of self pride and pity surrounds your heart like the plague. They feel as if they know you. But those thoughts are vague. Feeling like a slave to your own emotions. When all you wanna do, is give unparalleled devotion. To the one woman that has that secret potion, or the notion of love and allow you to cater to her needs as you drop to your knees and rub her down with lotion as u cautiously pull the ring out of your back pocket, and your nerves are racing, but your thought process won't allow you to stop it. The hot topic of discussion as you and yours dance to the sounds of percussions. But DAMN. You can't even find a woman that can go half and half on a TV dinner. Gold standard values, but you never end up the winner. Catch your breath. It's like your running too hard for a love and the pace doesn't seem to make sense. Love doesn't represent happiness. Happiness represents the love that can be shared, but it never seems to appear on your side of the spectrum. Guess things would be better if you acted like a rectum. And their hearts, you wrecked them. Be a yes man instead of correct them. A foggy mirror, instead of a clear reflection, searching the world for a man of perfection. Searching in the wrong direction, but you just have an uncountable collection of failures, SO WHY NOT TRY THE MAN THAT WOULDNT FAIL YUH. But that would be too easy. You want a difficult man. Cuz it reminds you of the past. But get mad when all they want is some ass. And they keep you around for that reason only. You search for year round love, but your only around for that season only. All these niggas is fake. A familiar war cry. So here's an idea. Go after the values to the core guy. You broken bitches want unspoken riches. But all you get is broke niggas with excuses and glitches. Miss me with that bullshit. Imma be screaming out your foolish. Imma just just let that dick prove this. I'm prolifically gifted to the crown of my head to the souls of my feet. Cuz my head is held high. Even in defeat. Peace.