Called you up like a promise
Cause I loved you more than you, and I’m honest
Love is a bitter-sweet vine, ofcourse
And yesterday you let me decay, like a chorus.
But, thankyou again, cause I am always passionate
of loving the wrong.
Well, now my 100 won’t leave you
Now my lovers, wont see you
Now my dreams won’t meet yours
Now I will not sell mine, Love and cash included
None of my texts will show up
None of my poems will be for you (leaving )
None of my sweetness will meet your lies
None of my lines will meet your likes
All my warning will stand for you
You’ll never be again on my hatelist
I will not be a nice – mannered lady, ever again
But 20- of you,
made me realise,
I was meant to be broken
I was meant to cry
as I had to realise
My love for my 100 and for my skin.
Thanking you, while being your chorus.