dramatic thoughts

I feel like breeze that suddenly revovles into dirt. But hold up, stop, listen can a breeze become dirt?

Hello if i know but i’m reminessing on all that past bull shit.

Thinking about how my peoples left and stuff….. I been growing, learning, and still haven’t achieved.

Who is a bitch, I am I guess if i get my knees and do that ungodly act.

But what id i like it, you know the world of not giving a care.

I hear these words sometimes beginning with they don’t love you, they want you, but they thingin about you.

Who are they and why are they all about you.

Maybe you are a fantasy, a dream, or just some competition!

Wait, How did i , i mean me go from man to man, guess i don’t know.

I don’t wanna be like them, those who fall into deep with the package.

I like the way i am. I saw a good girl fall into a misty trap.

The trap of a man, such a cursely word isn’t it.

A word such as “Man” can be so powerful!

Damn don’t women love them, hold them, chase them, but later hate them.

They lie, we believe.

They cheat, we forgive.

We are suppose to be slaves at there feet, but not me.

You and I are not them, but my soul and my inner beauty is worth more than money, sweet nothings and hurtful good byes.

I cannot see between the sheets, but overall who am but human that lives, breathes, and strives on “DRAMA”!

dramatic thoughts

mskypoet

BEREA,KY, United States

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