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…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem