Jar Of Misfortune.

Females these days hope for the best,

But really get the worst.

Hope for the perfect happy ever after

But get the tragic ending.

Hope for the biggest karat,

But get bare stones.

The best you need is right within your arm stretch,

But in a decisive form that you overlook,

And placed him a million miles apart,

Cause he didn’t measure up to the standards you want,

And don’t want society seeing you as a "quir".

So you sprint past him, faster than the Bolt of Usain.

I say pride, you say grown lady,

So we race back to default.

Hoping for further expectations.

My gain, your loss,

As I’ve learnt how best could come,

So hope for your attitude not!

I want you but don’t need you,

See it’s more like my plan against the Creator’s plan.

Mortal versus Immortal,

We all know how this one goes.

And knowing me, I defy negative odds towards me.

A curse for me but one I’d take for her.

After all, it was a plan we’d become one.

They say a man is allowed three undying loves in his life.

His grandmother, His mother and

The one he’s once loved or love.

But if you hurt the right person,

You'd be wrong all your life.

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1AM

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Gran Torino (The Raconteur)

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The Curse Of The Giver.

Colour me the wind, Let me be felt on your succulent skin. The dawn of the full moon, I cry out to you like a she-wolf, Somewhere in the closet of my heart. The season of my youth, Surely feels the hardest, But with guidance definitely going to be easy. The people of my people, Exceeds not the people's people. Like an eagle, Take flight, with my 20/20 vision see the world. In my grasp is what is needed by my people, the people and I. The curse of the giver, It's about the ability to reach in, In other to reach out. I follow the blueprint of my Grandmother. And like I was told, Kill the boy, to groom the Man, Hoping someday my dreams rescues me, As I don't become a stranger to my dreams. My purpose on earth has now become my curse. This is The Curse Of The Giver.

Devante

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