Look at me,
Look at me,Look at me,I want you to notice me,I'm my own prodigy,I'm no longer your enemy,Please save the eruption hatred,And your negative spilled tea,I'm not drinking your poison,I have my dress to bloom in,With my hair to blow out in the sun,You had enough life sucked out of me already,Sadly for you I've rejuvenated to walk out in the sun,This flower died but came back to life,Now It's time to blossom under the sun,While you lay there like growing dust on my living room floor,It's time to sweep you under the carpet,Maybe one day you'll pop a tear and grow from the pain,But until then for now I'm leaving you without a name.
BangEpiphany
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lyrics_Poetry says: Love it. |
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blakkbeauty says: Moving forward, I like this poem |
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miss_chaniel says: wonderful |
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Bangepiphany says: Thanks lovelies @lyrics_poetry @blakkbeauty @miss_chaniel |
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T.LaShay says: Powerful!!! Love it!!! |
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Bangepiphany says: Thank you @T.LaShay |
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