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Lucretia Brown Poem
Yes, It frustrates me,
to know that I'm not loved right.
When all I do is love with my heart
and give chances with all my might.
Yes, it frustrates me,
to see you make time for friends,
but blow me off each and every time
as if I never even mattered to you then.
Yes, it frustrates me,
to hear your constant lies,
your constant excuses, and
your unreasonable late night times.
You wanted to know
what was wrong with me, so believe
me when I say this loud and clear,
"at this point I'm ready to leave!"
Copyright © Lucretia Brown | Year Posted 2020
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