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I know her by her smell.
Apple cider.
I never thought that something
I’ve never had can smell so good
That I can taste it.
Her scent
Radiates through the air,
Blessing everything and everyone
That it touches in its wake.
Her smell can change moods.
Call it a mood swing.
So different.
So perfect.
I still don’t know her name.
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Too ugly.
Too tall.
Too nice.
Too small.
Too talkative,
Too confident,
Too mockative
Don’t call.
Too broke.
Too negative.
The bane of my life.
Don’t credit them.
Too flawed.
That’s relative
To the human race.
Can’t edit it.
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I would need a second brain to explain
How many times I’ve been friend-zoned.
You know how it feels to see another guy
Intercept my crush and take her into
My own end zone?
I need a moment to vent to my imaginary therapist.
Hello, Dr. Brackman.
I don’t need help.
I need you to explain to me the art of
Attraction.
I’ve never had a woman fall in love with
My complexion.
The ones who I try to woo usually
End up walking in the other direction.
I still haven’t had my first kiss.
Shout out to confessions.
I’ve been friend-zoned so much that
I could make it a profession.
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Take it from me, the rain is bored.
Seconds later, the rain would pour.
A rainstorm.
Approaching, lightning and thunder.
We Followed with awe and wonder.
Streets rainwashed.
Cars tried to run and would stall out.
People stranded and others scout.
Deep raindrops.
Rescue operations took place.
Helicopters came in with grace.
Strong rainbands.
The clouds for good.
Colors above were understood.
A rainbow.
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People want to lose their virginity so bad.
No purity.
They go in without any protection.
There’s no security.
They have children just to neglect them
I call that immaturity.
If you just want sex,
Don’t text me.
I don’t play games.
People have tried to subject me
To their lame tactics.
Don’t be the same.
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Rants about work
People complain.
They don’t want to be ordinary.
They want to be legends but don’t
Put in the work to obtain
That status.
They want more than what they have,
Yet can barely sustain
The lives they lead now.
But, they feel restrained
By a “regular job”.
Mentality strained.
Ego’s flying through the air.
Is it a bird?
It’s a plane.
People think they’re too good
For everything these days.
It’s insane.
I’m not here to criticize.
I’m keeping it plain.
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My little princess, Sarah.
We fought over names.
From Clara
To Sierra.
We bought our princess her first pair of
Shoes.
They were pink with eyes painted on front.
A rarity.
A product of a child's show based
On a parody.
Our little princess is beautiful.
Unaware
Of the state of the world.
Lockdown and still no clarity.
God blessed us with a little princess.
Hello, Sarah Lee.
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Everyone knows how to age
But no one knows how to grow up.
We all know how to throw smoke
But when we have to be on time
We don’t show up.
People have forgotten their faith
In exchange for being that next
Person to really blow up
On social media because
All they care about is the glow up.
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The lighthouse spotlight is focused on me.
The night sky was drowning my peace.
But, it found me.
Over this landscape,
I feel the breeze
Helping me escape
From the darkness that was once surrounding
The entire world.
I have been set free.
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Everyone dreams of being
In the clouds
But only know how
To get there by
Smoking loud.
I'm tired of the weed.
People only
Know how to feed
Bad habits.
They want to lead
By example.
They concede and
Get trampled.
Things get rocky.
Life turns from solid
To shambles.
Procrastination is
A Fascination.
Stress levels increase.
We all scramble.
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