Black as can be
you staring at me
it wasn't meant
to be
you cheating on me
how sad can that be
me laying around
for thee
you disguising bee
I should have
left you
before (3) three o'clock
at the sound of
the beep
you two timing tree
the door has closed
you are out the door
I don't want you
no more
it's no more
open doors
for sure
LaRon Green Sr.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-more-open-doors/
