Untrue Poem by Lamar Cole

Untrue

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She was sitting all alone.
Waiting for him to call on the phone.
But she was the last thing on his mind.
Because he was on the prowl for some hump action to find.
He was being so untrue.
Because he ended up in the bed of big booty Lulu.

Monday, January 8, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: people
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rini Shibu 08 January 2018

True love is worth waiting even if it's for lifetime but sad to hear he was untrue.. Good one Lam

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