Me And Him

Me And Him elegy

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My mind is flooded and his brain is blooded.
schooled to just Google the truth about the youth and the proof about the loot.
The crimes of the times but we were not schooled for the crimes of the heart.
we were fools, don’t be fooled
You feel that and hear that our problems are fat.
I don’t even want to start but look at my eyes fill up.
when I write these lines  my body turns white and just heats up
I think it’s time to come up clean up and the right time to dream up,grow up and stand up.
Man up and get in line and just shine because success is like a sweet wine I have to make mine.
We paid fines without even knowing the cause,it’s evil just because we were trying crying and dying just to get even,the assaults are whose fault?
What did she see in me that she didn’t see in him,I mean I see no difference between me and him.
We come from the same place, me and him, we were friends even when  placed in odds and ends just hot bends to me and him until when she broke us up, me and him.
Indecision start to hit us in the place were life seemed to split us she said with a beam that she loved us both, me and him.
We used to travel together on boats until she scattered us both, me and him.
She says she can’t choose between me and him because we both buy her shoes and bags just to get between her legs.
We took tags became rough and fought each other because of her
I think she has no heart and will be hurt when this is heard but me and him are no longer thinking or dreaming sinking because of her.
life has gotten rotten and hard for me and him but I have a feeling she’s going to be my next because she made me forget about my ex and am speaking of something that’s deeper than sex or sleep, nothing better than checks or Jeeps but she loved me unzipping her jeans and knew he was willing to make her smile by all means,unhooking her bra and the law.
She was our queen,we were mistaken and shared precious moments taken me and him.
The biggest mistake you can make in life is to not make any but we’ve made many,me and him.
Time heals all and all is healed in time,people  still hope it happens and her memories are forever wiped and swiped from the memories of me and him however we have different views of her.
People still stand in queues for her
Other girls take cues from her
Angel and demon that’s her
We now understand where we stand
me and him.

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I am an easy going person who loves poetry and music,love making new friends and experiencing different cultures and I respect people's decisions and emotions as long as they respect mine am an african and i believe everything i can,i am yearning,learning and earning knowledge in search of peace and wisdom and when i write is when i feel alright.This poems and pages are dedicated to my family, friends, and anyone that appreciates life's joys. I hope these pages make you smile, reminisce, and perhaps shed a tear.
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