My roses are always rejected
I mean no harm but I'm the bad sign
Always a witch that is bad, always
Breathe bad omen, a walking disaster
Maybe I should give that poison apple
Be the worst with smiled eyes
Sadly, it's not my style
Though I don't start anything
They are planning my ending
That's the kind of character that you build for me
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
