My cup looks golden
But my wine is bitter
You envy it, desire it
Dreaming of a taste from it
Cos I've been to hell and back
I'm schooled to handle inmates
So I'd laugh with you, fuck with you
Damn, I can play a game or two
They say that I'm so quiet
But quite frankly, I'm a talkative
You don't deserve my words or trust
Trust? Mehn I don't know that word
I hate you, but I'd bait you
Sing to you? Hell I'll inspire you
I'm a whole lot of motivational
Think I'm cool? Lol, we're both pretending
You think I came from nowhere
So I don't deserve the diamonds on me
But you're delusional, misguided
And you'll be nothing in my history's book
✍ Niara
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DARK POETRY
ParanormalDark Poetry" wasn't written for views, reads or attention. The contents of this book are purely experiences and hidden thoughts, desires and emotions of the writer that could never have been made public. It is a bare expression of real poetic edge a...
