Bad Start
Why do I always start off bad?
Can't things ever sprout like their suppose to?
Like in the grass
No cause it's me my flowers sprout
through concrete
Solid and hard
Never naturally
But some how
My seeds get fertilized
and Flowers grow
Dispite all the odds
Against them
But why the hard way?
Explain to me how
I always think my way is right
But my way is the hardest
Is it just for laughs
Honestly tell me?
You watch me fall
For the wrong people
and as my heart gets deeper
You fill me with a sense of trust
Watching as I make a lil thing into something
Giving me false hope
Not this time
If your going to go pouring on my parade
Warn me a head of time
So I can run far far
away from my
instincts
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