Chances come in any way, shape or fashion. They come to tempt you in various different ways. They may try to hit you with a little passion. But it to do it may haunt you for the rest of your days. I was a single guy without a care in the world. Looking for that special lady. I wanted to find a down-ass girl. But searching for her was driving a brotha crazy. Found my old love from school and made love too soon. Decided I had trust enough to have sex unprotected. Hearing her moans and all of her croons. Six months later shit got hectic. I made the biggest mistake that I have ever made. Fucked up thinking that she was the one. I wish this was an illusion within a parade. But now I have a son.
Reason for writing:
Babymamadrama
Birth sign: Scorpio
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