Blight
A penny for the thoughts
Full of disgrace and naught?
Or would you dare to face away
And say obsceneties while I'm away?
A coward you are
Seeking unsophisticated allies
Always thinking you're the star
Refusing to remove the guise
Truly, How pitiful you are
Stuck in my shadow seen from afar
Following my every step
Forgetting to keep your friends in check
And you imply that i want you?
Pathetic.
A collection of poems written by aquintaine.
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Melancholia.
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