my name's a tongue twister
i'm peter piper
i'm the girl who sells seashells on the seashore.
my hair's the color
of a night sky
you can't bleach my skin
but you won't fail to try.
you try and rip my roots
out from where they start.
but i'm like an oak tree-
my roots will never stop.
you try and hold me back now,
but i will rise i will rise, i will rise
i cannot lie to you
yet i can't tell the truth
i like to close my eyes and see my dreams coming true.
my eyes are a reflection
of a muddy day dark sky
my mouth cannot speak,
you've got my tongue tied.
my name's a tongue twister
i'm peter piper
i'm the girl who sells seashells on the seashore.
YOU ARE READING
#sorry
Poetry"modern poems" honest thoughts put into poems no filters, only love, hate, death, and insanity. there is a certain rhythm these words must be read to. just emphasize and you'll find it. trigger warning: lots of profanity, lots of feelings. lots...