Disclaimer: I wrote this poem because I was mad at somebody and hoping to let out my emotions through my pen towards a page of my personal notebook.
Sorry for the offensive terms here hehehe.
I am aware this is obnoxious that's why I will not do this anymore.
TURN OVER
My life was so fun then, I got my life settled
Positivity, sunshines and grassy plains I created
But then he come along and beat me like a drum
If I am a demon I know I am not the only one
With those gleaming eyes that shine so bright
It couldn't hide the shadows that dwells in the night
Taking your pillows one by one
Okay let's get dirty cuz I'm already done
Maybe your day today was fun indeed
But soon it will turn over to mislead
And so people would see you shines so bright
Cuz you are already burning in fire
Don't be a king today cuz it'll turn over
To me as my heart will be filled it will spill over
YOU ARE READING
Drawn, Whacked To Dust
PoetryPoetry that convey messages how to pull strings for you to move on love, friendship betrayals, and personal insecurities in life. It's our life, and it's our sketchbook for us to be drawn.
