Miss Movin' On

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I'm not the way that I used to be,
Since the day you chose to break me,
Crying, loathing, falling, screaming,
One hell of a way for you to set me free.

Before I was young, fragile, delicate,
But you tore me apart like you were in some kind of syndicate,
Now, I am strong, vehement, vigorous,
So, you can call me Miss Audacious.

I was the gullible ice, while you were the cunning fire,
I thought it was good to come close, but then it turned dire,
You brought me into a dreadful daze,
Not knowing what was happening, except for the baffling haze.

We were both determined to win this absurd game,
To see who breaks first, I guess it was I to lose and who to blame,
While you accepted the savoring triumph for you to claim,
I was fixated on something else, specifically to aim.

So when you wake up, finding me gone,
At least you'll remember me as
Miss Movin' On.
❤️❤️

A/N: Hey guys! Sooooo, obviously this little peom I came up with was inspired by the song up there called Miss Movin' On ^^ Hope you guys liked it! 😁😁😂

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