Candy Store

Part 1:

 

This Poem here’s for the Honeys. And I ain't talking about what you buy in the store.

I’m talking about the sweet fly ladies I adore.

 The ones with the beauty that be dripping from their pores.

Not just physical appearance.

That and much more.

Your intelligence and mind is worth much more.

Than what you advertise in your candy shop.

Even though I love to browse. Only problem is.

When I start.

I can never seem to stop.

Hershey kisses and vanilla wafers.

Flavored life savers.

And crazy Lolli Pops.

You’ll never see me pull a now and later on you boo.

You’re to true and colorful.

See me and you a representations of abstract art.

People try to dissect us and pick us apart.

And if love was a painting.

Picasso Baby.

Would be dreaming of us making love on his living room couch.

Well. I didn’t mean to take it that far.

But by far.

Our love is on display for the world to see.

And admire.

Even though they hate on we.

They can try to interfere but. Forever we’ll be.

United one forever and ever and ever.

 

Part 2:

You see.

Beauty is only skin deep.

So true. Because.

Some pretty women aren’t that hot once you get to know who.

They truly are.

With an attitude more repulsive than a smashed up car.

I try to drive you with kindness.

But you won’t start.

Try to charge up your battery.

But your personality.

Is a junk yard filled with broken parts?

Your grocery list is filled with broken hearts.

You be eating guys alive with your vicious thoughts.

I tell you that your pretty and you tell me to fxxx off.

Tell your attitude to strip.

So I can put a dick in it.

Never mind.

Just forget it.

I went soft.