the feeling that you kept typing them away
staring straight with them cold eyes
and pursed lips
constantly meeting everyone's expectations
using words of flattery
to keep the image you had built at bay
YOU ARE READING
everyone dropped dead (but i'm left standing)
Poetrycollection of thoughts i'd wrote down before i went tango with satan. --- ©blowmesmoke, 2019
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the feeling that you kept typing them away
staring straight with them cold eyes
and pursed lips
constantly meeting everyone's expectations
using words of flattery
to keep the image you had built at bay