Shaper Then Ever
you thought
seeing me at my
worst
hurts
but i was just
camoflauge
trying to burst
threw super stardom
from a post of dirt
you know the
insults i dodge
the type your kin folk
solve....
just when it was dull
i scrape and scarpe
till there was
able bitter and cold
now i glitter like gold
the narrow point
seeks into everyinch
of your soul...
with my mouth open
i heat up
ice cold area's like
miss smith apple pies
i lost my ***** or did i
only to return
sharper then ever
Copyright © Frederick Smith | Year Posted 2005
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