here comes the wench
the devil in disguise
here she goes with her friends
good at pretending nice
and I see
her foot stepping on my roses
I grew and bloomed for him
and she said
"his heart's taken by somebody"
and felt sorry for me
but here I go
once my roses grow
never will I lie low
to the swain she thought hers
poor treacherous wench
how heedless she is
my mind's drawing plans
things she had miss
like changing the game
everyone was used to
I alter rules they play
until I win over ingenues
here comes the game changer
never will I disguise
and never said I was better
but does sincerity live in her eyes?
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PoetryThe first Poetry Anthology published originally on my Facebook account, now on Wattpad. This is a confession to who I was, who I became, and who I will be, with whom I have lived, grown up, been ghosted by, been bewitched by, and to whom I want to...
