Fourteen.

It's You
By: Jay Adams

It's been a few years - we've both grown old;
I asked her what happened with us she said "hot love dies cold".
Turned my eyes to the next - shit didn't know what to expect;
She was hella confused - I didn't know what to make of the mess.
Figured I'd ask another ex - but she dipped off without saying goodbye.
Then turned to my other - she couldn't tell the truth, go figure - she's based off lies.
So I turned to another chick - but I ain't know what to ask because it all depends;
I ain't know if she was feelin' me like that or if we were just friends.
Couldn't help but to think about that one shorty- so I called up and asked;
"What happ..." but she hung up in the middle and never again called me back.
Damn I had this one chick- nice shape, thick hips, and big tits;
But she was all about my sex appeal - you know, height, voice, and soft lips.
Nevermind- no need to trip - I got this one shorty that will tell me the truth.
I asked her what happened and she replied "Jay, it's not me - it's you."


This is a quick poem I just wrote. Yes, all of the females I'm talking about in this poem are REAL females, nothing I made up. I hope you enjoyed the read.