We bake a cake, should be sweet with a strawberry filled taste.
"That's so cute!" We say.
Wait,
wait,
wait..
"Open me, open me," The oven speaks.
Taking that joy out of that heating chamber, we can't wait for our friends to come.
With a buzz, it shakes,"Ring, ring ringgg!"
Phone, phone! Go to the phone!
We can't wait for them to see the cake we made!
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"Hey uhh sorry I can't come? Got shit to do. Next time though. Cya."
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Each of them said.
With an unsteady paste, we move our legs, arms, and waist, sliding down.
"Not again," We say.
This was a fucking waste
We don't need this, why do we even try. Stupid using hopeless people always disappoint.
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We just need O U R S E L F.
Time to put the icing on the cake, we add to our now bitter smelling,
grungy, unlovely looking cake
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"Nobody Loves You"
--- Sep-30-2017
Happy fucking Birthday, 'Us'
YOU ARE READING
ℙoeＭs
PoetryTBH idk. Yeahhhhh, this probably wont attract anyone. If it does, you probably will think it's the shittyist thing you've read in you're life.
