I told myself I wouldn't do it
Not because I couldn't
I was raised differently
We aren't the same and that's okay
But don't force me
I abhor being pushed around
I hate when you call the shots
Because it makes you feel superior
Makes you think that you have a strong exterior
Darling calm down
It's a harsh world we live in
And you've drowned deep into the water
You are beyond my reach
Get drunk and high on your thoughts
Don't you dare drag me in there too
You've never been sober, you always stay wasted because that makes you cope.
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DESOLATE
Poesía·•·°·•·°·•· De·so·late So many things could describe my poetry. It is a combination of bliss and bittersweet. One may describe it as the divine taste of strawberries. With a slight twist of sour cherries. You may have it dipped in chocolate with...
