I called the cops to raid the party
Because I wasn't invited
The lights and sounds were so vibrant
I can feel it all over my body
Taking shots at witches
That cursed my love life to be twisted
Longing for a touch but
Bored of waiting for somebody
I studied like a lab rat only to be treated as such
Overcompensating my emotions just for a feeling of trust
Left to death in a ditch, it was ultimately my fault
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Points in Time
PoetrySnapshots of life's journey A collection of moments that define us. Points in Time is my poetic exploration of love, loss, hope, growth, resilience and self-discovery
