I do believe in second chances.
Your first chance was wasted on one of the first stances.
Not of this poem made with such honest intensity.
But of your bullshit made with such lack of propensity.
Second chances are tamales full of insecurities
wrapped in anxieties
& tied with amenities.
Im good with that; i rather eat hot pockets straight from store 24.
simple things i adore.
Liers i abhor,
When it came to you i never asked for more.
Nothing more than honesty.
but now i ask for amnesty.
But you are my friend before anything,
i havent forgotten.
but lies usually make bonds rotten.
I cant cope with you trying to play a lame game.
Im the queen when it comes to the flame.
Dont play your cards in the fire,
because i'll burn you with desire.
If you dont know the strategy of keeping it uknown,
and you cant handle the consequential cyclone
then get off my zone,
you need to recognize real before you end up alone.
