PoeticJustice
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Never hurt a poetess!
For she won't harm you back
But her lesion will not cure
Her thoughts would twist the knife
And she'll write 'you' in her rhymes
Thus she, with her asthetic advocacy
Girl let me tell you that i've been on the road though
Singing songs of how I miss you
A boat load
My hypocritical being
Gets battered by the hardships of life.
On a downward spiral,
Slowly ruining myself.
Karma's a bitch,
And depression hurts.
The only thing that I thought would help
Little and unknowing, as a girl I would pick up what I didn't yet understand
The meaning so lost to new eyes
I want it
Time flies, the pen is now in my control, the paper my clay to mold
