i can't stop. i can't start. there's nothing to describe what im going though. no one gets it, why can't anyone understand?
i try and pry and cry but why?
damn, they say, that lipstick looks nice. damn, i say, is that all you noticed? the smile with pink? you notice because its not the frown in red, or the since in blue.
i don't like to swear and i don't like to beg but here i am, begging. begging the pink to paint, begging my shaky hands to draw. begging myself to say these words instead of locking them in my head.
so, yeah.
damn.
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yay updates finally
love you all
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YOU ARE READING
this little fight
Poetryi paint my eyes with words and my mind with thoughts. a collection of slam poems.
