Ms. TOO GOODA Poem by RA' UnCutFINE DIMES, sprinkled with glitter, only makes the gold shines, price high, but you platted to fake it, for spot light, like drunk off old wine, fumbling, you blame it on Satan, unstable...and stumbling ...but its you whos perpetratn to be THAT SOMETHING! THAT....MS. TOO GOOD SOMETHING! On borrowed time.... oblivious to your cause, wastn it for no reason at all, creatn mistakes with no repentance, repeatn with no remission, full of disappointment, cause you rather apease everyone by your every decision "whats real and whats a fantasy?" "CAN YOU REALLY ANSWER ME?" MS. TOO GOOD.... Bitterness settles in, random thoughts of calling it quits, becomes ego altering... patraying and image estrange to your own character, tryna to define bullshyt thats not there in ya, your truth, which remains a mystery, cause YOU are far from reality, "are YOU feelin me?", MS. TOO GOOD..... I refuse to be amused by whats deaden, no direction, confused, waking beheaded, keeping your lip cocky speakin like "yes i said it", but he that thinks he knows everything will be made a fool of.... LITERALLY ANY MAN thats quick to speak defines his hearing deficiency, YOUR image will melt off in the face of truth because YOUR common, umongst the same flavor, displaying the same behavior its a mimic, a gimmick, your type has been recalled, with NO ONE AT FAULT AT ALL because YOU ARE YOUR OWN DOWNFALL.... MS. TOO GOOD Too Good to be TRUE Too Good to be HONEST Too Good to be REAL Too Good to EVEN KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE.... YOU! © 2013 RA' UnCut |
StatsAuthorRA' UnCutStatan Island, NYAbouti pay attention to the quiet, my alone time...i have come to realize is usually when im in the middle of a busy street or crowd! Im different...the edge is where im most comfortable...city life is ov.. more..Writing
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