Creeping
CREEPING
Through your things I've been peeking.
I know Your out there creeping.
When I'm at home sleeping.
That promise, you shoulda been keeping.
Yet you keep on sneaking
My forgiveness you outta be seeking.
Now I've stopped the weeping.
A new love I'll be meeting. With him, I won't be sharing. You should be Ashamed of the face your wearing.
There's The door, I'm no longer caring.
By: Debra Easterling
Copyright © Debra Easterling | Year Posted 2015
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