Honeymoon Is Over Poem by Merci Merc

Fake tears up on shoulder
With you telling me that the 'Honeymoon is over'
Now my Winter is getting colder and colder
Enough that it could upstage Sister Soldier
I really don’t owe you nothing…
My little Lauren London
I’ve known you since Pharell and Jay were Frontin’
Okay… it didn’t work
Now I hear from you that I’m all types of jerks
And It hurts to see this drama come out of your dental work
But I scoff,
And say baby, you got your nerve
Because, When you don’t get your way
You’re the one that goes berserk
So you bounced
I told you; ' tell your story walking'…
We going weeks without talking
You need you to just how awesome
I am when you’re with me because,
when you’re gone the rest is unimportant


So...No stalking
No web page gawking
I even changed the picture I had of you and I, in my office
I’m the livest…
Not a novice
But, I know that I’m pissed
When I go around singing songs like 'Separated' by Avant and Kee Kee Wyatt
So I forget it
and give forgiveness
With No further hindrance
Kisses to you
I wish you well
But good riddance
I have 99 problems I’ll be damn if one’s a B….! !
And it is what it is…