Sorry Kid

Sorry Kid

A Poem by Aekmy

Hey, babe I left a note a top your mailbox with a pretty black bow

Don’t come lookin’ for me at my house I’m off for a show

Once you get to the second line you’ll know what I mean

Honey you were keeping me back, I need my space

So here I go to show you what I can do – right in your face

 

Baby it’s over. We’re finished. Get it through your head.

Because I don’t love you like I did yesterday.

I know this is hard, but I told you you’re gonna pay

Honey I don’t want your coins I want change

 

Goodbye kid, I never wanna see your face again not even tomorrow

I won’t even start thinking about you at my show

I hope you understood the second line

Darling you just weren’t my type of wine

I’m gonna keep going, living my dream

 

I’m sort of sorry babe, but don’t take this the wrong way

I just don’t love you like I did yesterday

But I hope we meet again someday…

So I can show you exactly what I mean by

I don’t love you like I did yesterday

 

© 2009 Aekmy


Author's Note

Aekmy
Made this in a few minutes. I rather like it. :]

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I really like this. It gives you a little and lets your imagination do the rest. Very nicely written.


Posted 15 Years Ago


I really liked this.
I don't know what about it makes me like it, really.
Maybe it's everything about it.

Oh well. Whatever it is, it caught my attention and made me really like this. :) Good job!

Write on. :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


I like it too. It has a few areas where it could be polished a little bit but I actually thought of this to be like a song, a very good song. :D I enjoyed this a lot. Nicely written.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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