I guarantee I won’t grieve or gripe or groan.
Wow, sad reacts for this guy are on the way.
My heart is low tide. My mind, a cyclone.
Wow, sad reacts for this guy are on the way.
My heart is low tide. My mind, a cyclone.
I confess that when we met, I wasn’t blown.
I know better, them clouds went red in the bay.
I guarantee I won’t grieve or gripe or groan.
I know better, them clouds went red in the bay.
I guarantee I won’t grieve or gripe or groan.
You changed into Lucy, with diamonds for a moon.
Smooth, bri, got some game there, you do, nay?
My heart is low tide. My mind, a cyclone.
Smooth, bri, got some game there, you do, nay?
My heart is low tide. My mind, a cyclone.
Lady Pride agreed to
being outshone.
What? She’s with him, you gonna let him win the day?
I guarantee I won’t grieve or gripe or groan.
What? She’s with him, you gonna let him win the day?
I guarantee I won’t grieve or gripe or groan.
I smile as doubts chew
through my bone.
Dude, shut up already, you sound gay.
My heart is low tide. My mind, a cyclone.
Dude, shut up already, you sound gay.
My heart is low tide. My mind, a cyclone.
If
you get someone, will you be less of a drone?
Perhaps it is to know this that I stay.
Perhaps it is to know this that I stay.
I guarantee I won’t grieve or gripe or groan.
My heart is low tide. My mind, a cyclone.
My heart is low tide. My mind, a cyclone.
I like the line "My heart is low tide. My mind, a cyclone".
ReplyDeleteHowever, the poem seems to be a little out of rhythm to me, even though the rhymes are fine. maybe, you could restructure it a bit(starting from second line of the third stanza).