There was a time when she cared To satisfy any need of yours, she was prepared You gave her just enough to stay And stay she did everyday There was a glimmer of hope that she will receive love back Every song related back to you, every soundtrack One day, 3 am at night she laid there Room dark, status of you being online a glare She watched it switch offline, realising you never replied Finally it ******* hit her that to be her lover you were never qualified Males are only useful if they are fertile Men are trash was not just a insta post, it became a lifestyle If liking men was a choice Trust me when i say i would have yeeted the boys.
So sick of tired of men that i drafted out a whole poem. Enjoy ;)
The blonde shimmer of your hair gets lost In the lights of city and it begins to transform Into your ambition that keeps you alive While the shine and glory of youth that you have in your face Is mixing with loud sirens of the city
Just a little bit , just a little bit shine that I’m searching for A green glimmer would keep me alive Trying to distract myself from the distance that we put between us A shine of happiness would keep my heart alive
So busy with our lives that we don’t even realize How the city reacts with our hearts When we feel a heartache we just look at the city lights Like lights could take the pain away
Perfectly cut, walls of glasses Another day is beginning The sun is rising again.
There’s a song in my soul That I try to control But it won’t be directed Or infected by me My higher self singing and flinging me forwards into the light, with my dreams in sight There - where I am awake, with glimmer and gleam and in sync with my being.