40 days

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    40 days

     Tell me how to get you back
    Tell me what I gotta do
    Can a brotha be forgiven for the
    Things that I do

    Can I have another chance
    Im don’t claim to be perfect
    I was talking on my phone
    And I know that you heard it

    Influenced by my guys
    Telling me im better off
    Thinkin I was the shit
    Cause my title was the boss

    Lost my sight of the things
    That I know should matter most
    So I offered up a truce
    For I knew it you was ghost

    In the darkness talking slick
    And getting on ya nerves
    Made a scene up at the party
    When I was sippin on that sizzer

    Drunk as hell stumbling
    Fallin off the cizzurb
    Now all ya friends is sayin
    that a brotha don’t  deserve

    that chance that ive been given
    now im facing life alone
    and all because of talking
    slick on the cellular phone

    40 days
    I aint seen my girl in 40 days
    I lost the only trust
    That I earned in all my days

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    cmlestrade commented on 40 days

    08-08-2009

    I was the recipient of this treatment once and my sister said don't worry, that's the nature of men. He'll call back once his friends aren't around. Well God forgives again and again who are we not to follow in his example. This poem reminds me of that fact. God will always forgive we humans don't have his mercy or Grace.
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    davidcircle commented on 40 days

    05-30-2009

    this heart rendering deparation is so succinctly expressed i love it i will get back to your others tellme what you think of my stuff cheers
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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