I cannot understand your ways,
your plays.
Always trying to stain my glitter
by being bitter.
You care more about a video game,
What a shame
Does your heart jump when hearing my name?
Please, do not look at me with disgust,
I know you wish I was just dust.
Your plays make you bitter and it’s such a shame.
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Diani Alvarenga
“I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I'm afraid of.”
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By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
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Very poignant
Nicely done
It a very sad poem that calls for true love , attention and satisfaction. 😔
I did a quick search of the form, and I am quite impressed by this one. Thank you for the introduction!