How sticky you are -
A-filth-potential-mess
and how untimely you shine on my face
Shiny bright lines
slapped on with red a trace
just visible for the entire human race
Your sense of style
oh how it makes me cringe
why must you show this disgrace?
I plead, it's not my fault
Its more of an assault
from these **** emotions
and tear-streaks
These poems are coming out to be so ordinary and basic. Where has my creativity gone?