On Point
I watched you as you flaunted other women in my face,
Like you were a catch, and I should be in your race,
Selfish man, did you really think?,
That I would lower myself in your game to compete?,
No, No, No,,,,that's not how it goes,
And if you lie from the door, I'll already know,
I will be nice and kind and offer my friendship,
But if your playing games, I'll call you out, you should know this,
I'll even give you the benefit of the doubt,
I'll remain your friend until you figure it all out,
By this time, you won't see me as you did before,
Because back then you were just trying to score.
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2015
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