I stood there incredulously as my only strand of elation was being ripped from me. I felt a brewing sense of rage, at full tilt my mind body and soul became apoplectic. Ofcours my sensitivity was her puppetry while she danced saddisticly on my sanity. Her words ran from her lips like a carnivore pouncing at its prey. Her petulant demeaner adds to her nemesis aura. To say nothing of how her entourage dissimulates as though her actions are incongruous only to justify them in private spaces. My secret which i treated as a personal haven has been outted savagely and dangled on a stick giving room for these pseudo saints to bestow onto me judgment because I tainted their facade of perfection.
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pieces of her heart
Poesíapoetry I've written about almost everything I've been through and others aswell. these are gatherings of my thoughts so please try to be open minded to all poems😁. I aim to write poetry other people can relate to and grow an interest in reading, pl...
