Thursday

It’s thirsty Thursday but you’re no longer my taste

A multitude of rare good looks gone to waste

Trying you’re best to save face, but I’ve called your bluff

Who would’ve thought your true colors were everything but bold and tough

Trying to plead your case but I’ve had enough, save it for whoever’s next

“Read” at whatever time it is for every single texts

My lost of respect is obvious but I wish you the best, stay blessed

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