for my sisters (she said)

reassurance for those sisters in a troublesome romance.

when she spoke, i could feel the coldness on her breath... i could feel them words escape from her chest... he dont love me more... it was like a movie scene, in which she cried and she hit the floor... prolly clutching her phone, as she held on tight to conversation, but all she got was a dialtone... now its leave me alone, no man shall ever hit my heart again with ice blocks of stones... but lady cant you see, the real essence of a lover is the understand of heat... now sometimes that rough, but u gotta understand sometimes love is tough, but it doesnt have to be, actually i do understand cause its happened to me... now im not saying i know too much, but i know your touch, you give too much... you give your all just hoping to receive, but the real part of giving isnt waiting to receive... you have to know your own worth, and i know this hurts, but this could be worse... be glad you didnt have his kids, and if you did, then they are here... just take it as ur second chance, teach ya lil momma how to find a real man and ur lil man how to give real romance.