it's true that i don't know everything
but, god, do i know people.
when my mind works at the same pace
as my mouth, they weaponize themselves.
with my sharp mind and my silver tongue,
i can talk my way out of almost anything.
like an artist, i use tones and words
to shape mental pictures,
creating the effect of innocence.
within myself i hold a dangerous weapon
and it seems to have a mind of its own
so, beware, for it may not appear this way
but i am always armed.
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
