How you gonna front like that?
We fight all the time.
You creeping with another guy.
You love him more.
You want me tho.
But you confused.
Trick how you going to front like that?
I used to say you were the one.
I used to say we were epic.
But now our love is gone.
You love my heart.
You break my heart
You love my heart.
You break my heart.
And now I just don't care about you no mo.
How you going to front like that?
I'm your lucky number 7 girl.
Well you never was mine.
I was just a piece of trash.
Your sad heartbroken puppy.
But my question is How you going to front like that?
Can' t you see I need you?
Can't you see I was falling for your love ?
But now we are over.
I don't wanna text you.
I'm so sick of your drama.
I'm so sick of thinking of you.
I'm so sick of calling you.
Loving you.
Cherishing you.
Keeping these negros back from our love.
How you going to front like that ?
Everything we had.
Everything was so mad in love.
So special
So delightful.
So damn beautiful.
Now it's all bittered and black.
So damn beautiful.
I can't be happy.
Joleen destroyed me.
I can't write poetry.
I'm falling apart.
We been done.
I'm moving on.
We fading.
Our history
Our chemistry was wack.
Joleen I still want you.
But you acting and treating me like trash.
And I just can't keep on crashing my feelings into depressions.
How you gonna front like that?
How you gonna mess my head up?
How you gonna creep with other negros?
How you gonna keep us strong?
But my question is Jcutie is How you gonna front like that?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Been there... sometimes you gotta hold on and sometimes you gotta let go. The problem is letting go...