ROMANTICISM: "YOU CAN CALL ME" BY MATYR AND WÖRDSMITH

I know you left with pride,

Our partying you celebrated,

Done with me you said,

But if you feel low, call me.

I was a silly mistake in your life,

Remember, you crowned me useless,

And kicked me out of your life,

I'll never forget that, but call me.

I remember my tears rolling for you,

Begging you to hear me one more time,

You chose to ignore me and my tears,

But again, you can still call my phone.

You said I didn't deserve you,

You said he's the man of your class,

I heard what you're going through,

Don't die in pain, just call me.

I don't hate you and I love you not,

Don't mistake me, I don't miss you,

I got love you wanted me to beg for,

But you can still call me, I'll pick.

I know you left with pride,

Vomiting insults at my face, emphasizing that you're finally out of bondage,

Done with me completely,

Zealous to find another man, who'd provide life that I couldn't.

I was a silly mistake to your life,

Offering just sex and true love,

Without spending on you, to buy shoes and nice clothes as others do,

In turn, pushing you extremely, to embrace povertical lifestyle.

I know you crowned me as useless, improvident and poor,

One who'd only offer sex, calling me a three seconds man,

Because I hadn't made it, Struggling in hustles to make ends meet.

You chose to kick me out,

Infringing pain that almost took my life,

Being desperately depressed,

While you went on with your posh life,

Ignoring my sorrows, and branding me as an indigent without shame.

I know you've been heartbroken,

Rumors and realities envelope it all,

Losing weight and in extreme being infected,

With your style of life

I don't hate you or love

But if you call,I'll pick up

MATYR ✍️

(The Rich Pen)

@Art Place Kenya 🇰🇪

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The Wordsmith, CBK

- Kenya