I have no Inkling where this came from, but I rolled over in the middle of the night and penned it.
I used to think you were fly, used to think you were fun. My silly ass thought you were the one.
I Used to think you were everything, sent from Heaven above, that’s because my silly ass thought I was in love.
I used to think “this has to be him” and that you had so much to give, my silly ass used to think that without you I couldn’t live.
Thought you were a king, thought you were the man, you had my silly ass in the palm of your hands.
Silly of me to love you so hard, silly of me to let down my guard.
But the good thing about being silly is even when you fall on your ass, you snicker, you giggle, but you always have the last laugh.
I was hesitant to share this, as I thought “what a silly poem“, I was confused, I was scared, I was unsure, I was torn.
But then who knows, maybe out there in the world, someone else will read this and refuse to be that silly girl!!