love


Love

To walk in these shoes is no small feet.
Where’s the love that was promised? Your heart is selfish.
Had me sold. Hook , line and sinker but i don’t sell fish.
Why we fall victim to the heart we give?
If you felt pain then you got to live.
Learn as we grow- my heart turned into snow
but this hair due (here do) like a perm or a fro.
It’s best to love yourself before you love another.
That’s why i go Fed like an undercover.

-Roche’ Chism

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