THIRTY SECONDS

Been running your mouth
Heard you talking shit
Think I don’t mind?
I’m so done with this.

Don’t come around
Like we doing good
You know we ain’t
The way that we should.

You got thirty seconds
To exit my crib
I’m not forgetting
The things that you did.

Tired of ya lying
Been screwing around
You be the reason
I’m feeling down.

Take your shoes
Still in the box
Your perfume …. clothes
Tampax…. and socks.

Don’t forget to
Take your phone
Don’t come back

Leave me alone.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

5 thoughts on “THIRTY SECONDS”

      1. Wow! This did read like a song, I must say! Do share the music pieces if you would someday ❤️ I’ve been recording some of my favourite (if I may say so myself!) old posts too, so I understand the pandemic influence 😉

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