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I made you a poem dissing you,
To the point I realize I shouldn't,
Shouldn't open the door for you,
Show you the truth behind wouldn't,
Even say what's I realize was a lie,
February will be a month and poem
That I decide,
Temporarily friendship end to you know I hold this throne till I die,
This is my castle you're not welcome walk inside,
These roses stay in the garden of eve,
You don't know the mess you leave,
For this I guard the doors to thee,
These people can see the storm you bring after you leave,
I thought you're the one now I see,
I open my heart to the wrong,
This tree would burn for hell bound I be,
Along the stories I share to you they belong, in the ruin of the heart of stone,
Throne in the castle I burn,
As Lucy is my wife for I hop in the whip turn,
Driving sixty in the lane zone in the highway to hell,
And I know you'll be well
Now I change the tone for you understand,
I'm in the dance floor drinking the night away,
Look at him drop the puns with no hands and,
I throw this roof up in the place like every day, you know I buckshot.
Written: 7/29/2015
Copyright © Daniel Perez | Year Posted 2015
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