His flesh is on fire
You stand and admire.
"Let's take out our phones"
The mindless drones.
With pairs of stares,
Oh the judgmental glares.
The giggles and snickers,
The full on pickers,
Like hyenas in the wind.
Here we are....pinned.
The blues, the blacks, the fucked up "facts".
How much will he bare, until were barely there.
Until we snap....
Then you'll say "oh crap".
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My Poetry(accepting poetry requests)
PoetryPoetry that I have written. Some are full of love and happiness, some are gilled with my deepest darkest thoughts, others.....well let's say they are from when my soul has been ripped open for everyone to see I hope you give this a try, and plz if y...
