The landfill of my life
Every week I take out the garbage
And suddenly it reminded me of you
And all the heaps you brought.
I'm tired of smelling your language
And your accusations blocking my view
Did you think you wouldn't be caught?
You still pollute my life in your absence
You still bring in more heaps day by day
Smothering me to the brink where I need to cover my mouth,
My nose and throat burns with your silence
Flies hold parades on what you DO say
Your garbage stripped me from my youth
The lushes seem to be gone
Where you spread your plastic words
Words that I stupidly must eat up like cake.
But on the edge of the breaking dawn
Tiny leaves and lushing birds bombards
The space you polluted and wanted to take.
I'm done being raised to be fake
Get ready for what's coming,
Because the worst storm of your life is ahead
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Thorns of Life
PoetryVOLUME 1 If time could turn back in clocks Maybe then I'd free you from those locks If time travel were possible To the past, for you I would go I would save you from yourself Give you some helpful advice I wish I could do things differently, Maybe...
