Poetry

The End

You broke my heart about a thousand times
Baby are you still not satisfied?
You say you love me to death
But are you willing to stress me till I die
From a broken heart that
You could’ve mended long ago
But I was just ya arm piece
Ya shorty just for show
Something that you thought would always be there
You disregarded my feelings
Did you ever really care?
Im to the point where I see
That loving you is destroying me
I let you go turn around
And let you right back in
Thats why you treat me this way
You’re comfortable in this situation
Well Im done, towel in
I cant play this anymore
Im locking it for good for you
As I finally close this door

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