This tone can get honey-like, velvety,
Some words ring soft, they do.
Its almost a riveting melody,
Until I met a tragedy; you.
Bold of thee to assume I'm boring,
But I wasn't made to entertain you.
Presumptuous of you; that you're charming,
Or adoring but boo-hoo!
Listen close and you shall hear me not caring.
You think it makes you cool
So sure of your supremacy,
But pity, it only makes a fool,
Of your pathetic fame's ebony.
Your presence tingles my radar,
With a vile, odious amplitude;
To put a distance of a Hectare
Or even that of a polar star,
And find tranquility in my solitude.
It's not that I'm anti-social,
I just dont follow the masses.
I'm learning as a young precocial,
If you remove 'M', you get asses.
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𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 | Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ
Poetry•Ongoing✒ #1 inspirationalpoems- 08/08/2021 ~I'm glad you are here to check out my work, small things make a difference . ••••• NOTE: This is completely my work, I would be glad for having it dedicated but please don't copy. It takes sheer...
