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DC raw love Dec 2014
insercure people
they hold their junk

they lock it inside
and put up a front

the stories they tell
the people they know

they tell us lies
so watch what they say

there insecure people
it's what they say

it's never about them
it's neve about us

it's what they believe
it's never about trust
Abbie Victoria Mar 2021
I hear your right back at the start,
I'm not sorry to be off the chart.
Goodbte to A typical fake misdemeanour,
A classicaly insercure demeanour.
Your truth fell down thick and fast,
Looking back Im glad it's the past.
All the parts of myself that I trusted you with,
Now gifts of lasting memories for you I give.
Reminding me what I knew to be true,
Most only stay when their gaining from you.
I happened to meet the one white witch,
She told me her name was Stevie Nicks.
When I asked her she sadly agreed,
That she sang her song Dreams for me.
So I would know exactly what to do,
Say no more for mi-casa su-casa to you.

So along I move to a happier beat,
Light as air on these tiny dancers feet.
With A left hand man by my right side,
Singing to our new song Riptide.
He says im his tiger but just a kitten inside,
Together we made friends,
With life's Jekyll and Hyde,
We are a future groom and bride.

— The End —