My Astrologer Must Have Fucked Up (Repost)

My Astrologer Must Have Fucked Up

I look  at our charts 

And it breaks my heart

The stars say we were meant to be

but potentially,

my astrologer was off by a few centuries

These stars can't  be in alignment,

because her mindset interferes with my divine assignment

Every argument is a battle between my freedom and her confinement 

Its a real cold climate 

But in our bedroom 

It was Like Venus, 

Between Us

A warm world, where vagina meets penis 

The Brightest star, The Hottest Planet,

The Romantic, 

Celestial Body of Love, 

But even good p***y, ain't worth the suffering of,

The mind,

I don't care how wet it gets

How hot it is, 

How much it drips

There is always another star whose brighter,

whose p***y is tighter,

Gets hotter and wetter,

and She even rides it better 

A Peace of mind

Is worth more than a piece of a*s 

I'll choose my sanity 

Over my vanity

I thought that I lucked up

But apparently,  my astrologer, must have fucked up 

I 'm hoping he can take a look these charts again

And maybe I'll find someone to help me heal my heart again

Signed by a seeking Capricorn, according to astrology

And I really think my astrologer, owes me an apology.