She swears she's never been in love and is used to being abused by men.
A fire burns in my soul at those words, and who I'm I to blame.

She's very gorgeous and it's hard to look past without having seizure.
But I'll be damned men in her life has turned her to a sex figure.

She probably gave them her heart out on a whimp expecting to be loved.
They say they love her back and she thinks half of her problem is solved.

Only to be engaged on sex romps, joining in on drugs and smoking weed.
And be cheated on, back to square one, heartbroken, choking indeed.

I understand all she's been through and persuade her to start all over again with me.
I know what you've been through and you'll no longer know what that pain will be.

Slowly she gives in and I take her out more than once, babe smile, forget them ex.
Respecting her and genuinely enjoying her company, last thing I wanted was sex.

Then mother nature conspires with father time after a month to test my resolve.
The kisses are now giving me a hard on I gotta stay strong.

A week later I hear you don't really love me, why don't you wanna get down between the sheets.
I say you have a warped understanding of love, _you acting like one who's been in the street_

A little argument and I don't hear from her in like two days
The third day we meet and she apologises and stays.

She takes a nap and I go through her phone out of boredom.
I probably shouldn't have, for I saw Gomorrah and Sodom

Past two days shoty went back to her ex, fuxked and even has latest pics of his meat.
Grossed out I lay wondering what made me dig a hoe who belonged to the streets!

Need a new tutor for
I have failed Lord Future.


_~Machiavelli_ _rhyme stories_