Producer: they thought it was over? Me: It's never over... Producer: Ayeeee, deejay drop that beat, Bro! I was like "what's yo name miss." She sighed and replied anonymous. You ever encounter a girl like this? So pretty yet always looking sad. I looked in her eyes and said "my bad." I was searching for a light of hope, With eyes more observant than a scope. She was at the end of her rope... Clearly a shy damsel in distress, But her demeanor didn't bother me. She wore a stunning sundress, Feeling sad but still shining beautifully. She took a quick glance in my direction, And told me it was ok in a low voice. I smiled at her words of choice, And asked her if we could chat. She categorized me right off the bat, But my intentions weren't like that. I was figuring out where her mind at, Cause her face pretty and her ass fat. I mean I am a guy after all, But she told me to give her a call, After I got to know her a lil bit. I'm no beginner to running game, But I hit her up like the next day, With a text that read "hey." She replied with a long ass message, So I decided to open a cold beverage. She thought I forgot all about her. As if that'd happen in a blur. I didn't expect that to occur, So I called her up and put on some fur. It's warm but I look good in it, And I convinced her to meet up. I kicked back on my recliner, With both of my Jordan clad feet up. She knocked on my door like twice. I opened it up and told her she looks nice. She gave me a look colder than ice, It was fine cause I prepared sushi and rice. We talked and she opened up to ya boy. I let her know she wasn't some play toy. Eye contact was the key I needed, To unlock a doorway to her heart. I still didn't want to believe it, When I heard many guys tore it apart. I had to woe her and comfort her, But even that wasn't quite enough. I had to show her that it wasn't a bluff. My actions followed my words soon. I saw her eyes glisten like the moon. Taking time to actually get to know her... Instead of wasting time trying to get over, Proved to be much better than the ladder. One ex left her sad and the next left her sadder... Until I came around and held her down. Her smile blossomed from a frown. Producer: I cried. Me: I cried too. Producer: Miss Anonymous, if you're receiving this message... Not every guy is a bad guy. Just have patience. It'll be worth it in the end. Me: Let me touch your heart with my message... Deejay can we get some tissues?
You're 14. You shouldn't even be on tho app, yet mods haven't banned you. So really... What are you doing? I know you can't understand anything I post because of yo low reading and because you can barely speak English. Maybe in your third world country, you'll appreciate the music of rocks being banged together again.
Constructive criticism is always welcome, not hateful/spiteful criticism that's as worthless as your pathetic, worthless life. If you don't like what I post, don't click on it. Don't read it. Your opinion means nothing if it's not constructive. Nemo's opinion always matters tho.
Isn't this your hidden fantasy tho? Tryna make it as mine won't hide the fact that you royally wanna let it out.
Naw. You've made certain comments which have explained the way you are already and how you're going to react to my heterosexuality. It's permanent now. There's no going back.
Whose attention would I seek? A depressed adult? A PIMD hoe? Like, be honest. I do what I do just to do it sometimes and other times it's for my own entertainment which I help it become other people's entertainment.
Because it'd be better tbh and I'd feel inclined to read your stuff. I don't post my poems on threads because I know people don't care about them. But if you make a thread specifically dedicated to post your things, you might get a better response. Idk, try it.