Excuses, excuses
They're all I ever hear
Spilling out of your mouth
Like a flow of endless tears
You say were busy
You couldn't answer the phone
But even I reach you
You seem to postpone
Thirty minutes tick by
Sometimes even an hour
Why won't you respond
Have your excuses gone sour
Have you used them all up
Can you think of no more
Are you scared I will find out
About what you really did next door
It's not that I don't trust you
Sometimes you can be sweet
It's just I don't believe you
When you say you had a meet
Excuses, excuses
They're all I ever hear
Why can't you just stay
At least for a year
YOU ARE READING
Stepping on Broken Glass
PoetryHey beautiful❤ These are my poems. They are the result of many late nights and my twisted, confused mind. Some are happy, some are weird, some are interesting, some are depressing, some are about love, and many are dark. Comment if you want. I don't...
