There are lies in the words
that scatter these pages
I want to be viewed as a poet
but creativity only flows with certain phrases
There lies a victim
in-between these lines
she misconstrues my conflict
and unravels my rhymes
Hidden agendas
to manipulate and deceive
wanting the reader
to identify with me
My attempts to impress
with beauty and grace
receive passerby glances
and a pie in my face
Backfiring motives
a shot through the heart
critique, the smoking gun
my ego blown apart
Although I have failed
I haven’t given up hope
there’s a victor pending
and it’s gonna be dope
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
There are lies in the words
that scatter these pages
I want to be viewed as a poet
but creativity only flows with certain phrases
There lies a victim
in-between these lines
she misconstrues my conflict
and unravels my rhymes
Hidden agendas
to manipulate and deceive
wanting the reader
to identify with me
My attempts to impress
with beauty and grace
receive passerby glances
and a pie in my face
Backfiring motives
a shot through the heart
critique, the smoking gun
my ego blown apart
Although I have failed
I haven’t given up hope
there’s a victor pending
and it’s gonna be dope
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