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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