Been running too long with the good side,
You've been staying by my side.
And I'm thankful for that,
But I'm dimensional not flat.
I just want to ride like a wild child,
Because for a long time I haven't really smiled.
This ain't just an aesthetic,
And it's about to turn pretty hectic.
I don't need anyone to choke me,
I can do it myself like it's meant to be.
I set the Angel on fire,
The Devil shall be my sire.
I laugh 'cause you don't understand,
You want me to behave as you tuck away a loose hair strand.
I'm shaking and hoping you would understand this,
The way I can bring you to pure bliss.
I'm feeling a little bad and a little naughty,
Youre saying I'm sketchier than illuminati.
But I'm just casually cruel in the name of being honest,
Some people just want to break you like a promise.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PoetryNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.
