A damped white towel sits on his bin
Wet from rains piss it reeks quit much
Label guess?-
Guess of what exactly, who steels the left over
Cookies in the fridge?
Why dose she builds steels around her heart?
Like someone in a prison
That's easy because she sees how people can break
You and how the world can not only mend you but
Crush you like finish soda cans no longer contain
the Good sweet ness of diabetic liquid inside
Good woman is capable of destruction villains
Are seated somewhere locked in that prison too
Waiting for the bomb to tick and the chemicals to
Mix resulting a explosion in the lab *boom* fire
Crackers, everyone goes flying like bag of potato
Chips how lovely here's the thing to don't mess with
A good woman or anyone in that matter you'll drive
Yourself to your grave.
"I guess one, am I right 10 points for me!"
-ashes poetry
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Clouds poetry
PoésieTo reach the sky is to fly and I hope someone can be Able to reach my poems. © copy rights by ashleyyololo 2022
