Disrespected my heart
Played quarter back sneak on it
Just like a little child playing hide and seek
With it you had the special play of the week
Learned how to dodge me when I was weak
Had show and tell day with my heart and love
With your friends making fun of me not
Knowing you left me for some other guy
Told me you left me for other reasons just
Like the year you change like the seasons
I'm not a dumb guy just blind by love
You hit me with the one two and maybe
A right hook and won the golden glove at
Nine Fifty-Five P.M. on Wednesday, August
Twenty-Ninth, Two Thousand and Seven and after Six years
And One month I was out the last round.
Bittersweet Poetry
Randy B.
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