no
your not going to eat my dust
your gonna eat my words
im going to shove them down your throat
until
you
understand
you realize
the unforgiving reality that my life isn't perfect
you know what i say when people ask me what my talent is?
music,writing,soccer
all the norm
but really
we can all agree
im pretty talented at fake smiles
im pretty good at making you wish to live my life
oh no dont even start
you see the outside
pretty curly haired blue eyed girls laughing and skipping through a garden of discovery
when the inside is a heart spiraling into oblivion
i dont create dust from dry bones and broken dreams
i create words
so eat my words
until you choke
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I saw this graffitied onto a wall in big blue letters and decided I had something to say about it. To whoever out there that vandalized a wall by spray painting "eat my words" in blue straight letters, this is for you.
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What She Never Knew
Poetrythe thing is, when it came to her, you never knew what you were in store for you just had to hang on for the ride of your life CURRENTLY EDITING