I Think You'Re Creeping Poem by Marcquiese Burrell
I Think You'Re Creeping
waited up and
it's pass eight o'clock
when you get off
where could you be
this time of night?
After some hours fade
You walk right in
As if I would be sleep
and you won't hear me speak
don't think your excuses
will quiet me down
This became a habit
A couple nights now
been noticing the patterns
if you're not satisfied
there's the door
you can leave
I won't spend none my time
chasing after you
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