I knew the moment I stepped on the car,
you're not happy to see me
you didn't waste time to burn me
like I did waste my time to please you
how could you do this to me?
you let me in but it's so dangerous I could die
I knew it the moment I stepped on the floor
it's not a party to hang out,
it's a hell to burn myself up
how could you do this to me?
you let me eat but it's so poisonous I could die
pretty dresses all over the place
thus, yours stood out the most
you look perfectly imperfect with that wicked dress
too bad, nobody will notice that dress suits you
until they look at the right angle
you act so perfectly everyone is imperfect
hate that wicked smile of yours
almost angelic yet, full of envy
live a life, have a life
burn that wicked dress and
wear a light dress to light up your life
make everyone a friend not an enemy
after all, we are family
~eyhSmik
August 14, 2022
6:09 PM
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Wandering Soul
PoetryIt's an original collection of poetry and prose, written and published in chronological order by eyhSmik
