Tricked Poem by Dorsey Baker

Tricked



Baby you tricked me
my body is dead
and I'm about to die
flapping my wings
just like a butterfly
I aint your woman
you aint my man
what about that
don't you
understand
you give me money
but I just can't find
no peace of mind
Baby you left me
with such a
big burden to bear
and that tells me
that you
just don't care!

Friday, December 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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