im so fucking sick but it isn't from the cold,
goosebumps running down my body from this hypocrisy this shit is getting old,
you should win an Oscar from the bullshit you reek,
get a better grasp of reality, stronger hold,
but get ya hands off of me you think you're so bold,
Until it comes to the things you don't want me to know until it comes to you having a grand time but you're saying that you're low?
might as well be dancing with the devil
Bat, swing, I'm out of your league I'm on another level,
Take it back to the batting cages,
stuck in the cycle of your ego and trying to write yourself into my pages. when it comes to me you hate that shit right but with someone else your smile gleams so bright right? get the fuck out my face
YOU ARE READING
•honeypot thoughts• a book of poems
Poetryall the poems ive written compiled together. thanks for reading if you do <3 I appreciate any feedback, compliments or critiques! My art is inspired by life in and of itself. I try to create pieces based off of anything that touches me persona...
