Rye Bread
Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me
Been two weeks and did you think about me
I wish I could say, I’m moving on
I’m trying and I know, it’s taking too long
You were dense and delicious the opposite of hurt
And everything I thought I wanted until I realized you weren’t
So don’t you worry your pretty little head about me
It’s no use and you can keep your sorry
I wish I could say, I’m moving on
but I’d be lying, I’m still not that strong
By Monica Daniels
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