suzy Q

you






you
yes you
whats wrong with you?
you gloss like you dont even have a clue
i know your mother and she said you skipped jazz and sang the blues
whats wrong with you?
your mother said
sadness is wrapped around your arms
numbness is around your lips
now you cant even speak when he's around
you become someone unknown to your surrounding
a carpet placed under his feet for softness
a rug placed under his feet to soak the wetness off his shoes during rain.
my dear
move on
whats wrong with you?
you are better than the man made you to be
who are you?

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