Insane

If, you had told me;

It wouldn’t hurt;

The way it did;

Just hearing her say it;

Make me want to throw a fit.

I didn’t have sleepless night;

trying to get us right;

Just to have you walking by her side;

Holding her hand with my smile.

I have ego and you’re stepping on it, with pride;

The last smile I’ll smile is with a knife;

Coming down from this height.

©BY A.J

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