Guaranteed wife material
A rare breed is what he created
While my smile flies off the shelves,
your tactics are clearly outdated.
My pump hits the ground and the Red Sea that once was parts again;
Pussy so sweet the devil himself proclaimed it a national sin.
I win.
You strut with insecurity and speak aloud to hinder your true self,
lipstick smears on collars of shirts
dampness of tears, begging him not to go-
& you represent today's WOMAN?
Your hoe'ish demeanor will give you the materials in which you desire-
my heart beats to the sound of his baritone and together we're inspired.
Conversations of our future fill the walls of our domain
while UnWorthy sits at home alone, depressed, disgusted, ashamed.
I win.
& although who you are made me everything I am
I could give a damn about your brokenheart homewrecker-
you knew he was my man.
So this is for all the 'wifeys'
dedicated, forgiving, and true-
be careful putting your trust in someone,
who doesn't have respect for you.
-recklessstill.2011
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