As I spent my Thanksgiving break,
With my heart eaten by a snake,
I listened to Taylor Swift,
Because I couldn't resist,
More specifically,
Listening to songs like "Don't Blame Me"
and "The Very First Night"
Rethinking kindly,
About what my heart has come to be,
It doesn't feel right,
Not one bit,
And I threw a fit,
He ate it,
He is that snake,
He just won't admit,
That someone had the take,
And didn't tell me,
That at some degree,
I broke my code,
I wanted to explode
And now I am scared,
Because I am not prepared,
To see his face,
And feel like a disgrace,
He is a snake,
And my big mistake,
He's a player,
And I'm not talking about the field,
So I send a prayer,
When he gets revealed,
For the person he truly is
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My Poems
PoésieI don't really know what to call these, but my friends call them poems. they do not exactly fit the poem scheme I don't think, but I am new to this so please don't hate. For those who don't know me, I used to write about my personal life and journa...
