Tell me, do I wanna know...kssh.
Need a push and a shove.
Everyone knows the outcome.
We're still standing here asking how come.
I was dead, then rezed, now I've bleed,
All over, feel like I'm losing my head.
Becuase his whole thing was a LIE!
No no no no no, I'm not gonna cry.
I've bleed, I've cried, I've died.
I ran away, I hide, I've survived.
You're bullets that fly can me crazy.
Thought you killed me but you Grazed me.I dare you to post a response Piage.
Oh shoot did I make you rage?
In a sticky position I've got you locked.
And with all my rhymes, I'm full stocked.
Love me you beg, but I forgot.
I'll even let you cock your glock!
But how you all outta ammo,
Now you gonna have to live in my shadow.
Oh that's right, I'M NO LONGER A SHADOW!
AND NOW I GOTTA LOTTA AMMO!Over here like, your always broken hearted.
Now look what we started.
But I gotta this but it'll hurt.
Sorry don't mean to throw shade and dirt.
None of my lovey dovey poems were even about you.So here, go ahead, take my pencil.
Go back to Calliope, write something actually suspenseful.
And don't write until something good hitchu.
Screw it, you can take my rhymes how witchu.
you see how far them broken hearted poems getchu.
Now the readers like, how you gonna let Sofisticated dis you.
And screw everybody if they doubt me!
Im white, and Mexican, biracial whatever, I say that proudly!
And screw this rap battle I've already won I'm oudi.
Here tell the readers something they don't know about be.Welcome to the slaughter house damndelionx
I'm not done.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryPoetry with various ideas and different backrounds. Please leave comments on anything I can improve on. Also let me know that you want, more poems and if they're good. Thank you fellow readers. And fellow writers- Rtue writers don't find creativity...