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Jan 2018
I wanted to walk but it was like an elevator.
You brushed me off and said that we would talk later
Just to show that I am not the one to mess with.
Ill become I.T and turn your life into a horror flick.
But I’m not down for all the chasing and running.
Because I breathe too hard, she will know I’m coming.
She will probably laugh and think this is the best comedy.
Then I will tell her I am not the next solemnly.
I swear by now I am the one who is haunted in this franchise.
This love has to be coordinated and I don’t have the hand-eye’s
You didn’t follow the script, because you wanted to ad-lib.
So it frustrated me that I was seething while you were mad glib.
But when I said I was leaving, suddenly she were concerned.
But respect is not taken, and mine was not earned.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
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