My Love My Hustle by Sam Gandy-Williams
Samuel Gandy-Williams 1988 (New Jersey)
My pretty habit
You put your life in my chalice
I drank it made savage
And Got greedier.
How could I manage
you playing that buffer you took the brunt of my damage
Straight snacked it
no capping.
Helped me see all my potential then
unpack it .
I seen us in a house but you gone put us in a mansion.
Real love! deeper than what is done on the mattress.
Now we,
better than lavish
told me just grab it.
You deserve the world
for what’s your beyond your face
what’s beyond your shape
you’re a diamond and pearl.
Seen me on my blackest nights
provided light,
your insight shifted all my prospectives on how spending time.
Wont spend a dime
unless I can get a dollar
built foundation on that principle
now we in tower
I don’t love I live you
see your Essences gives me power,
with you is like the first time that I hit sour.
Paid for that vacay got you tan on
had plan for the plan if the plan ran wrong
jam after jam had the keys to the door
If not you really kicked it in and opened the floor.
Never let me settle always strive for more
remind me everyday of when times was poor
When
life was a bore
now we on a world tour
life is like Grand Prix
everyday we stampede.
I don’t love you live you we from the struggle.
Sent me A love letter wrote it to my hustle.
To acknowledge that she provided everything
Wish she were flesh give her five karat wedding rings.
About this poem
This is a love letter to the driving force in my life that wakes me up, gets me out of bed, and motivates me to be my better self. This also a transcription of my song.
Written on November 11, 2022
Submitted by Konygandy718 on February 16, 2023
Modified by Konygandy718 on February 16, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,398 |
Words | 309 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 44 |
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