Salt, salt, salt,
That nasty taste huh?
We all have some,
Salt in our lives,
Not literally but,
Metaphorically.Tick tock,
Don't stop,
The salt won't pop,
Till you feel,
That dropThe feeling,
In your tose,
When he sticks up,
His nose,
Judging all your thoughts,
Like your some kind of thot3:05?
Why try?
Don't listen to their lies
They say
They're your friend
But in the end
Their pretendTick tock,
Bum bum,
Like your banging on drums,Feeling of hopelessness,
In your chest,
Yes, he left,
Oh! He's just like the restDrop drop,
Wipe em off,
With a tissue,
For your issueOh, poor little girl,
You thought he cared?
Let's be fairHe was a dirty little liar,
oh, his words,
Would inspirePop! Pop!
Well that took a lot
Because the salt won't pop,
Till you feel that drop,
Shall I stop?Have you ever,
Tried to love yourself,
But looked in the mirror,
And could not,
Was it all their fault?Point out every flaw,
Then they say
"LoL"
Oh, they hide,
Behind a smile,
But I see,
The lies that they tellIt's 12 O'clock,
The Thunder's stopped,
But the hole,
In my Hart,
Has been shot by all these dartsWas it really that hard?
Oh, baby girl,
You fought so hard,
And you,
Made it this farNever let a person,
Let you forget,
How tough you are,Cause they're the salt,
Drop drop,
Oh, you thought,
That I was wrong?Those aren't the,
people you need,
In your life,
Don't let those,
Dark people,
Dim your lightSo I'll say it again.
Tick tock
Don't stop
The salt won't pop
Till you feel that drop...
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Skeletons
Poetryeveryone has their skeletons, and now its time for those skeletons...to come out of the closet