Gotta pinch myself because I might be dreaming.
Falling from clouds, ‘Do a flip’, I’m thinking.
I’m not even Ghost Face, but I could be screaming, I’m dying.
Laughing so hard that I’m crying.
Gotta save myself from the toxic creatures.
Can’t learn a thing from the shitty teachers.
Struck like a star with stirling features.
I will chant your name from atop the bleachers.
I’m a pedestrian, and you will be my hero. Number one fan hula hooping cheerios.
You say goodbye, then I say cheerio!
Gotta save my life when I’m dying! Diar diar, graves on fire.
Hell is like heaven, but it’s just a bit dryer.
Gotta stop myself from questioning my judgment.
Life was never perfect, we just made adjustments.
Call me a black widow if I have to kill my husband, he’s dying.
He’s just like me. But I never apologize for who I’m to be.
I know I joke a lot, but I am never lying.
I saw a star up close, I’m telling you it’s blinding.
I tried to reach for one, and hell, I’m still trying.
Just look into my soul and find out that I’m dying. I'm dying for you.
I live like I’m dying, but I speak the truth!
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Desmond Razzano
My name is Desmond, and I have a love and passion for writing of all kinds, especially poetry! Most of the content I write about reflects more of my experiences and my pain, and my joy! Every entry or story I post was written by me.
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