the date we became friends
is still the passcode to my cell
i'm just that big ass bitch
who you hug every morning
and kiss his neck..
i thought you would be better
i thought you at least had some class
but you're a disgusting sex freak
with nowhere around
i don't have much to write about
you're bland and a coward
and a pathological liar
and i can't wait to be done of this prison
cause when im out
and when i wont see you everyday
i will forget you
like how the sun forgets to shine on some peoples faces
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Phoenix
PoetryIn the world of poetry, words spin your head like pottery and sings you a melody, from deep and tarnished poems to resilience blooming roots, this collection of poems unfolds a jar of crowded emotions, as the main topic is resilience, the way to it...
