Are you mad because I picked myself up
and moved on,
After you tried to break me?
Left my heart tattered and torn.
Or, are you mad that I'm honest?
Mad that I can admit that I miss US.
The way you would hold me at night,
play in my hair,
stare into my eyes...
Are you mad because you chose
to be Mr. Macho
and now you can't admit that you
hate that I'm not yours?
Does it anger you that when we see
each other in a public place
you always look miserable,
and I've got that beautiful smile
plastered all over my face?
Maybe you're mad that I managed
to see through your games,
I figured you out
And then everything changed.
You're probably just angry because
we're a thing of the past
And finally you realize that
I'm worth working hard enough
to make things last.
Just maybe that's why you're mad?
~Tianna Rae'
No comments:
Post a Comment