Topic: The Finest Lady is a Mess | |
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When you leave my house
And walk down the street Finally checking your phone Cause you’re away from me Do you ever stop to tell yourself “She is the finest lady I’ll ever meet”? Cause I am. I’m a looker and I’m smart And I’ve got person-al-ity I’m patient and I’ve got heart And lots of boys want me. I’ve got class, I’ve got style And I’m terribly funny So don’t you dare ever not want me. Don’t you dare ever not want me. I pull the blanket tightly over my face Cause I’m pissed off that the door is cracked Boasting that you’ve left now And you’re probably not coming back But I’m okay on my own. I have my records, candles, and wine And I’m the messiest person I’m sure you know But so what, all of this stuff is mine And if you don’t adore me Then go away Cause my insecurities don’t afford me Any severance pay For when my heart breaks And my castle crumbles I know what you’re about to say: I should be more humble And you’re saying it sarcastically Cause for once, I’m telling the truth And if history repeats itself That will scare the **** out of you And you’ll leave my ghostly room You’ll find some random excuse You’ll have something important to do Your tongue will be tied and mine will be loose So let me put mine in your mouth See if I can’t help sort you out So you can speak clearer, repeating what you just said I’m the finest lady you’ve ever met |
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good job
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Me thinks this is one of your best yet!
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When you leave my house And walk down the street Finally checking your phone Cause you’re away from me Do you ever stop to tell yourself “She is the finest lady I’ll ever meet”? Cause I am. I’m a looker and I’m smart And I’ve got person-al-ity I’m patient and I’ve got heart And lots of boys want me. I’ve got class, I’ve got style And I’m terribly funny So don’t you dare ever not want me. Don’t you dare ever not want me. I pull the blanket tightly over my face Cause I’m pissed off that the door is cracked Boasting that you’ve left now And you’re probably not coming back But I’m okay on my own. I have my records, candles, and wine And I’m the messiest person I’m sure you know But so what, all of this stuff is mine And if you don’t adore me Then go away Cause my insecurities don’t afford me Any severance pay For when my heart breaks And my castle crumbles I know what you’re about to say: I should be more humble And you’re saying it sarcastically Cause for once, I’m telling the truth And if history repeats itself That will scare the **** out of you And you’ll leave my ghostly room You’ll find some random excuse You’ll have something important to do Your tongue will be tied and mine will be loose So let me put mine in your mouth See if I can’t help sort you out So you can speak clearer, repeating what you just said I’m the finest lady you’ve ever met <<---standing in the JSH bleachers and screeching "Go sistah, soul sistah, bettah get that dough sistah! Yeeeeeah!!!" |
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WOW! I agree with mteagle!
Most impressive! |
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this is wonderful
i was going over your last for poems posted her and it's amazing... you have and almost harmonic and melodic method to the development and expression of the over the entire course of the poem... they unique and yet similar in there own way... quite simply amazing. |
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Wow...I'm truly flattered by all your responses. Thank you all for taking the time to read.
Mirror mteagle Wizard Jason () Tetsuo |
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just admiring the view... |
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wow animal, what a wonderful poem.
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nice
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Clearly i'm late comer to this example of poetic prowess, none the less its with great admiration i must say great write!
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Thank you all
s1ow pkd dawn bigblue |
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Cheers baby , very kool
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