I felt the slap against my face
Of the knife-blade, it turns grey
The greyscale parade it was today
And I
I felt the counterfeit position
Say it's alright, it wasn't my decision
Say its too late to change the things
We made in recession
Colourful ties, it wasn't in the reception
Drunk on jealousy, all she has is deceit
On the guitar notes, she doesn't have the decent beat
Screw up the musical qualities
But it's just where I desperately want to be
But the fall is just so startlingly clean
Don't call me "friend", she doesn't want that
She only wants me like kid to a toy map
But in the end
Its just the clout that she chases,
Not the cloud-like embraces
That I gave her
Until I left, she went so deaf
Aimed for my cortex
And shot.
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Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
