look at your feet submerged,
in a storm of cold clouds
watch as they diverged
and led to a familiar silhouette,
standing like the last crop alive in a drought
this isn't capricious rage,
it's how you broke my stage and blamed it on your age,
burned my books and said it's just a page
you were an ornament to adorn my world,
but shattered on me as soon as my head turned
when i made you a peacock,
you became one in everything but beauty
were you well watching me stand back up when the weather defoged?
stop hiding behind your cheap shades,
we're all aware there's none of me you don't hate
if i were any less any than you, i would say the same
i wrote a millon more books — none about you
because i was just another toy you threw
you said that my anger erupts,
but we just sit and wait for your sins to revert
don't worship me now,
because i heard the plans you made to steal my crown
remember wherever i am,
you're a thousand places down
speak ill of the silhouette still,
and hear it laugh
while burning your blasphemous hills,
dispose you off like an unworthy draft
admit it,
what you did deserved this
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i blame @ reputation by taylor swift and entertainer by zayn for this
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| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
