I'd wreck these four
Walls with my bad
Habits, I'm used to
The rage pulsating
In my veins, red lips
To look pretty in your
Eyes while I sigh, heavy
Is the head wearing the
Crown of diamonds and
Pearls, I feel a power in
Walking right to you to
Burn with words I've been
Eager to spill, I have no secrets
To keep, you are not my mess to
Clean and I am not your mess to
Want to sweep.
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Sad Girl
PoésiePoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
