Dust that sits on the Sun

Rubbing my face so roughly,

Hearing the flying fucks sharp so toughly,

Have me scream at them, 


I cut my ear off for you,

Even though those eyes spin out of control,

I was a Warrior, you had me weak to my knees,

when the affection had kidnapped my soul,

Still hold you dear to me,

Clutching my hands oh so tightly,

Then you hold my diginty in front of me dangling,

You pull it out of the wound you made in my mind, 

During the time I thought you was mine.

Why make it seem like your happy,

when your tongue was wrapped around your neck

At the moment it was love for me but in numerous of realities

it was a noxious speck.


This poem is about: 
My community


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