I stare at my phone
Hard......
Waiting to be glad
Like a con on to a creamy corn
A text ....finally
Yees, We gonna be a family!
Wait,
It's just safcom
Another text,
Then next,
Then next
I'm getting vexed
So you won't reply
Is that a bye?
Weren't we to fly?
Now you’ve hanged me dry
like a sly spy
My heart is heavy
More every second like a used chevy
Your smile haunts me
Your new guy flaunts you
My clan waits for a bride
My plan squashed by pride
Fare thee well
Fair isn’t love
©MzeeVaraq2014
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