like my rhyme


do not be angry,

twas not my fault,

her love was mine,

though she was yours,

at the time.

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feeling inspired.


we are not slaves,

lest we submit,

my only object is to be lit,

lit by the sun

lit by the moon

lit by the bluntness

lifting the room.

what are we here,

why are we here,

take me to places,

never been known,

way with my ace,

way to my home,

little miss fucked him,

turned him to stone.

softly


live and be happy

stress not and worry

only for good

never for worse

picture the life

mirror the life

you want to live

whether its right

or wrong