I
was stuck in between those shits,
Layer by layer
Whether was thin or thick,
I was there through rough and weak
Can I cut it
Through these bullshits,
That even by the smell was more
w e l c o m i n g
Everyone could see,
Smell the taste of victory
But did it ever cross a mind
To even enter it?
Am I between your shit,
Or Am I just a welcoming 'phase'?
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
