A pot gone bad
So sad so sad
He knew it was coming, because he made you mad.
Your innocence and sweetness, he did not respect.
Made you throw that large pot on the side of his neck.
No reason to apologize, to a dog that barks so loud.
Because at times he'll remember, that when he cursed he was proud.
Now he's at the door, begging and crying.
I'm sorry baby, sweetie, it wasn't me that was lying.
Commitment, respect, and love made you take another chance.
And if that tramp touches you again, I will knock her out in a flash.
The truth should be told and it shall set you free.
And if you lie again!
You better fly like a bird
before I sting you like a bee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem