You’re Nothing Poem by reina Lorenzo

Sound trippin on the roof
Thoughtless thinking of you
Caught in front of my imagination
As I bitterly bite my nails over my illusions.
Sun’s running very fast
As you walked away hurting me with you peace sign
Well, look at me
With my tongue jiving, mate with my middle finger.

If you think that you leaved me here grieving
Decimate my part crying
I think you needed a match and go to hell
Cuz you’re wrong and I’m right.

Oh, mr. who
You are welcome to look at my repository
Well! Slap me when you see something unnecessary
Wreck me, kick me
If you think I’m still keeping you.

To every woman you played with fire
Can you separate me for awhile!
Cuz I may not be me if I make it with you
And I may lack of sense if make round with you…