She Was Not My Type
If my heart was to be divided in portions,
You could see it has zero satisfactions,
Damn! it's all filled up by investigations,
Because you have left me without options,
Am broken by your lies and contradictions.
Every week I used to pay for therapy sessions,
In order to get through all your dark illusions,
Trapped between affections and confusions,
I was tired of your meaningful less discussions,
You have made me regret all of my decisions.
My mind is too tired 'n' worn out to think,
So woman, just get out of here within a blink,
Waiter! I feel as if I need another cold drink,
We're at the edge and my boat is about to sink,
Am out of words 'n' my pen is running out of ink.
©Kelmwa
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