Let That Man Cook

I get chills inside when nothing frightens me 

whats love without trying but when trying hurts 

its dangerous love.

Is it love when we easily said goodbye,

as much as i want you to stay

 baby you not good for me,

yes you turn me on but that steals peace like a stolen orgasm from two people

sexually frustrated.

You win some, you lose some

its not love but its close from nothing,

my money got me in a good mood

everything eventually falls into its place i`ve fallen

to whats going to reveal it self soon,

some people spend countless hours searching for what they'll never find ending up feeling pygmy.

I slant the world i wanna live in and the rest will follow like my dragon balls that i carry everyday.

Would you call it proclivity

when it makes you feel specious while you special

you decide,

let that man cook!

Reviews

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Again, I'm really into your choice of words. I think many of your pieces read like emotional shout outs, I could imagine them as spoken word poetry, originally and honestly crafted.