don't you see?
a metaphor perfectly describes me.
no, I'm not a teddy bear
nor do I have spiders in my hair,
but listen to me.
Metaphorically I'm a whore.
I come & go straight through the door...
a split second! I'm gone....
with no intentions of singing along to your happy love songs.
I don't trust people,
I'm sorry for sounding so steeple; like a church...
a place where I don't feel at home...
tell me, where do I belong?
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My Poems (COMPLETED)
PoetryThis is just a series of poems that I write when I'm bored. Some are long, and some are short. Enjoy :)
