Closer Poem by JOS POETRY (Josepoet)

CLOSER

I wasn't that rich then
I wasn't that clever then
I wasn't your class even
I wasn't the fashion guy you needed
Called me a dumb, silly guy
See me like nothing before your eye
Not enough, left spitting painful words
Said it all about my background to your friends
Lord never leaves His own…
Today I party even not a weekend
I kill in every move with the fashion
My pockets are full of dollars
The fool you left now eating from own words
You can't smell my class even
The only thing you can do is cry around
Call my friends and say how sorry you are
Befriend my sister to be closer to me
I don't care; you left with no reverse gear
Made fan of me
What do you want now?
Remember am stupid,
Remember we can't rhyme
Remember we can't even be seen closer
Those were your words
Let them stand; bye

By Josepoet
©2022
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