➸ 𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙩 (𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙢 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠) ✔

Morning Glory

I want to walk away,

But you beg me to stay.

You told me that we all should play,

You said they would make my day,

Your troop is not mine,

Their jokes don't make me fine.

In an empty room, I see their shadows,

In my mind, their voices echo,

I stand with them only to be pushed away,

But you beg me to stay.

Every day I listen to their symphony,

Only to wallop me in my silent agony,

May pride begs me to turn away,

Darling, why do you beg me to stay?

I know deep down that they do not care,

Whenever I speak, they only stare,

How is any of this fair?

Is it really worth losing my hair?

To them, I was a birth of luck,

To them, I will always be the ugly duck,

Just like morning glory, my steam bends away,

Yet, your tears plead me to stay.

I love you with all my heart,

But I am not your work of art.

They are your troop, not mine,

Don't force us to be fine.

They speak a language I don't understand,

Tell them to stop invading my land.

Being with them turns my curtain grey,

Please stop begging me to stay.

At the end of the day,

You know they never wanted me to be there,

They want me to stay away,

Yet my loyalty to you keeps me at bay.

Now you have me wrapped around your finger,

Your bullet in my heart; burning a hole.

Just like a morning glory wrapped around a pole,

No matter the sharpness of the dart,

For you, I will always linger.