No More

You say your replying to immaturity but what does that make you You think your little rhymes are going to somehow make me blue Baby girl I don’t think I'm better than you its something I know Sweetie I’m number one I do nothing but glow You say the talk is what’s holding you back But I doubt it because real poetry is what you lack. You say you can live without me and I’m happily fine with that Because deep down we both know your just a selfish brat I was honestly done with you when I wrote my last rhyme So quite reading my stuff if you don’t like it because your just wasting time I hope your happy because you ruined something that could have been good because of you I’m staying away like my family told me I should remember I’m not the one who came to you sweetie you texted me and as soon as your number popped up on my screen a snake is what I could see you say I’m oh so immature but who prank calls people for attention? lovebug that’s old school come up with a new invention you come at me with all these words and call me fake but darling dear babygirl that’s a mistake you call me a little girl and say I’m immature home chick look in the mirror and you’ll know for sure you say you have class and stepping to me wouldn’t be worth your while come on now gurlie to come at me you’ll walk for miles and miles you know absolutely nothing about me you think you do and sadly you missed out on a friend who would have always been there a friend so true so I’m done with your crap and I’m done with you so maybe when you decide to grow up we can start anew