Spirit warned me and warned me
I warned myself
Now I got some dumb bitch here putting her shit on my shelf.
But you can't hear a thing?
You begged me over and again
You insisted I hurry up and move in
For the hundredth time
who's idea, yours or mine?
The funny thing about this poem, it would never end
It's pointless to sit here and waste my time.
Wasting my thoughts on this stupid rhyme.
I just want you to love me as much as I do you.
I'm starting to understand it might not be something you can do
Your words are just sound
They sound the same as the rest
Like everything else
A bunch of B.S.
J
MP
