Babygirl we go way back to the hood and elementary school
You remember me when I was just a church boy trying to be cool
I remember when you and your homegirl were overlooked and flat chested
Before middle school when puberty hit and niggas started getting arrested
You disappeared for a couple of years and I forgot all about you
Then my homeboy started talking about how everything about you was new
I got your number somehow and we started catching up
I won’t lie I was just trying to use my last ounce of luck
To get you out of those tight ass close and on this D
I was still a virgin but you could’ve had all of me
But my game was weak and I ended up moving away
And besides, you were out of my league and too conceited anyway
We kept in touch and became something like best friends
You moved out west and all the stories began
You were out of control, playing every guy you come across
Meanwhile, I started to question love and the cross
I’d stay up till the sun came up just to talk you
You were my girl despite the time difference and the guys you ran through
Then you moved back to the south and lost your way and soul
Living in hotels using your curves to reach a financial goal
The devil was after you but you still had me and my bad poetry
I became the guardian angel you could always hear but never see
The stories go on from domestic violence, kids and lust
But years later we’re still going strong, girl look at us
Valentine's Fall 
Tough
Man, you pour your heart out whenever you write, and you’ve got a great flow. This is a difficult read but it moved me. Great work.
Thank you bro. I’m just trying to write something with some meaning; something that’ll make difference to someone.
And you’re definitely succeeding. Do you mind if I re-blog this? It’s brilliant.
By all means, go for it.
Cool
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Valentine’s Fall pours his heart out whenever he writes, and this piece moved me. It’s brilliant. Follow him if you’re not already.