let me forget this muse's list,
she'd rather live her life in pics.
i wanted to give her any wish,
provide a new bliss for her & her clique,
but nah,
she'd rather live her life for sticks;
mindless immature sticks.
the ones who'll break her in half then keep rolling down their hill,
the ones her & her clique don't forgive.
i wanted to give her real love,
her whole life is pretense,
what we were didn't make sense,
so i learned the ways of the stick.
now i roll where ever i want to,
if i break you in half,
blame her, the end.
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SkyView (POETRY)
Poesiathis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
