Bitter Rotten Apologies Sour Mouths That Feed On Them Poem by Seairra Kyger
Bitter Rotten Apologies Sour Mouths That Feed On Them
I hate sitting here
Wishing you
Would just shut up
How can you love me
When your lust is so endless
Why can’t you tell anyone
You love me
If you really do
It’s hurting me inside
Outside I'm dying
I hate sitting here
Pretending
That we were never true
Becasue I was telling the truth
I was true to you
Why can't you just tell them
What I am
If I'm your woman
You should be proud
Outside I'm dying
With the blood loss
I am
Growing weak
With the word loss
I am
Lossing sleep
I am giving up
Inside I'm dying
Outside I'm gone
tell me.. darling, how exactly are you dyed-or-ing, please just talk about the death some more really hit us with the aroma, determine the eye from tongue; the sense capture the sense, see only with your sense- and you will discover- ability
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4/25/2024 9:08:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
you need help, get away from that those who knock you down, surround yourself with positive thinking, get rid of those dying implications, you are too young to think of your demise.