Gifted

There’s this woman listening to Kenny Lattimore because deep down she’s a battered whore going through life at such a low point I begin to flatter her more she’s broken and it’s hard to ignore but through all the dirt there’s her heart that is twice as warm and bright as the sun’s core so I try to tell her that she’s beautiful because it’s clearly visible but her past blinded her so bad that she can only listen to all the negativity that gets thrown at her well if she catches it I want to be the one tackle her and tell her she’s an angel me tweaking thinking I just took one of God’s messengers I’m going straight to hell her aura gets me so high and that’s just her smell but she keeps denying herself trapped in a shell no a cell or better yet a jail everything on the outside said bail still even though her walls are impenetrable I sensed that she was smart probably went to Yale from what I could tell after various failed attempts and debating she couldn’t see that I was very truthful though she has an ugly past she’s beautiful I continued to give her sweet lines I wanted to cake her like she was my Suzy Q but to no prevail I could see I was losing u she finished her biscuit then I faded from her existence not knowing that skin deep she was truly gifted and I was addicted although left hurt couldn’t help but to think to myself, damn another statistic