The Heart is a playground
Love is the child that was innocent for awhile
As she got older, the world got colder
The games people play put a chip on her shoulder


Boys use to wanna play Hide and Go Seek
Strangers coming at her like, “Hi, lets go freak”
No regard for her feelings, all they see is her physique
Don’t care about her movie they just want a sneak peek


So she grew up with an attitude for dudes
Trying to play her for fool, but she kept her cool
She smart, She could see the clues
Dudes call you boo ‘til they use you then they're through


A rose from the concrete with the world in her rearview


Tough but delicate, emotionally celibate
Best friends with Angels and lust is her closest kin
She don’t have to play pretend, as real as the day we in
No alien to sin and yet she’s still innocent

3:30 AM
Categories: blac, blog, love, poem. Author: Chaun Hall