you were the one I thought, but not exactly.

 you were nice I thought, but I was wrong.

 you were the first nigga I dated and hopefully the last.

 you were nice, but then I felt like you lost interest and
found someone better.

 I loved you alot so I thought.

 I wanted to do it all with you, but so I thought.

 I thought you felt the same, but I guess not I thought all
wrong.

 I have found somebody new he is not a nigga like you and he
likes me for who I am.

 you still call and you still verbaly abuse me no matter
what you still talk shit eventhough I want nothing to do
with you, you want to start a lot of shit.

 my life has been torn up an spit out by you,but you just
will not give up.




yes this poem is about delano. it may sound rude and
hatefull but hey i cant help what i feel about it and cierra
yes i feel your pain that you are going through eventhough i
do not put up with it everyday he still calls all the time
just to bother me and say all kinds of shit.