Born To Win
She was a wonderful liar.
Her words could burn like fire.
She didnt let herself believe she was wrong.
But that wouldnt last long.
I told her the truth,
And she couldnt take it.
She wouldnt admit
That she was the one who quit.
Well now Im the liar.
I burn down their hopes and dreams,
Like fire.
If you want to burn me,
You better be a fighter.
Because I dont give in,
I was born to win.
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For The Rainy Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have made through the past few years. Most of them are sad, and are personal. I would love any feedback you'd like to give. I'm trying to stick to writing, but I might not always update. I hope you enjoy my poems!
