My attempt at Poetry:
Girls with maybe babies
What does that even mean?
Girls that wanna fight
I swear somehow I got the bite
I let them in,
because of him
Even thought I thought on this whim
I fucking lost,
I fucking lost
You want to know why?
Because he said he was going to die
High, High, High
I swear I really thought he was going to die
But time swirled around
Around, Around, Around
And I was what he found
to pay for everything
supply
cry, listen, love, But
SUPPLY, SUPPLY, SUPPLY
then you tell me you're going to die
- this time
without me
Me, me
Wow it's been so long since I heard "me"
Shouldn't it be 'We'
Fuck it
Let me be me
I can finally fucking see.
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