The Stare
She gave me the bad look,
and she gave it to me good
She gave me the hard stare,
it had to be the most angry glare
I stepped on her bad side
when I made a newlywed mistake
Now I have to take the witch's ride:
consequences can be severe
for the wrong choices we make
I got to look on the bright side;
her bad look doesn't look as bad,
once she give me those sad eyes ...
after she has calmed down,
and is no longer mad
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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