Yesterday’s thoughts
Late nights with Shyne
Yeah- you, excuse me, I like your melanin- I know you and I wasn't meant to be- paths crossed early morning like it was destiny- not talking sex when I'm saying that you're beautiful- saw something in me- introduced me to your friends then family and your mother too- made me want to fix all your problems (you worked for Sp**** done with probing questions) now let me troubleshoot- in all actuality your mentality dwarfed your attributes- personality is sweet as (your favorite) mango fruit- conversation casual but quick to turn marital- correct, I am a man (not perfect) but not your average dude- stopped callin you “ma”and “shorty” (not only because you didn't like it) cause there is more to you- you're priceless, them other chicks affordable I'm calling you adorable adorning you- behind you in the kitchen you're jealous wondering whom I'm textin' and talkin' too- (iPhone vibrates confirmation it was you) friends or lovers its hard for me to be without you-
My expressions and hesitation (why I back up from you) scared to walk alone in the dark (we both have trust issues) hold my hand and follow my lead and walk to the light we'll do- posting things on social media hinting to me "I’m there for you"- silly me responds to each one (show'em all I'm with you) push me to my limits, you went off frustrated and you cursed me- then ask me to be patient (baby girl you have to have patients to) I'm still learning you "aah now we have silence" it's because I'm writing you- addressing all faults you see in me (lying, cheating and honesty) my happiness is perusing you and then you falling for me- you trusted me, even left Lil mamas and best friend’s kept secret...
Two very cute and extremely bright individuals- can’t trust me with your heart but when you did look what I can do- shopping for new new, Nabi for her, iPad for you, name brand purses cash and clothes that was just the material- drive across town day or night just to be with you- more than time spent happiest when I'm with you- can't front happier when your with me- now this is the end and I guess it's how it should be...
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