It's not a rainy day,
Still, my cheeks are wet.
My happy face has been washed away,
And heavy cheeks face is ready and set!
Bitch, why did you shake-
then the can so heavily?
That it had to throw piss,
all over your face lately-
See, this is how you're with me,
You don't know how to treat me.
You're fucked up bitch, you moron.
And you are the reason, you weak version.
By bitch you mean like you?
Don't provoke coz i might loose,
My cool like you would do,
Even if you come out of the blue.
I ain't taking your shots,
Coz you're not worthy, unlike vodka.
Neither my mind having any thoughts,
Besides this much, coz they fly like balls and to catch which you're shorter.
You only think about yourself go ahead think,
Take time while you blink.
So, i could say fuck what you think with my ink.
You're an insect on the surface of my vicious thought, i let you sink.
Fuck off, damn my hand,
Shit, i broke the mirror too.
I ain't gonna mend,
The pieces to form that bitch again in the form of brand new.

© A Mystery
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