Promise

Future

yvette radmore
You talk of the future.
A future with me.

What makes you think you deserve me?

You lie and you cheat.
And still land on your feet.

But this time my dear,
Accept your defeat.

For I am a woman,
Of morales and pride.

Your actions and words,
This time, you can't hide.

I've bitten my tongue.
For what seems too long>

And my dear I'll no longer sing your song.

We are finished.
We are through.
I have had it with you.

In other words,
I'd rather eat my own poo!!

Published by yvette radmore

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