Beauty falling from the sky like raindrops,
A lovely sight to behold,
such a marvelous display.
I thought she was the same,
my silver lining,
Miss goodie 2 shoe,
Kiss & hush her,
my boo.
Instead strumming my pain,
wiping tears with my fingers,
guess it's true no pain no gain.
The devil wears Prada,
Lucille loves to wear a disguise.
All I ever wanted was quality time,
To her that's just a big waste of time.
All this time spent one big joy ride,
Going around in circle,
this love triangle, a roundabout,
For someone who's hate games,
I didn't expect the merry go round.
She seems so friendly yet sinister,
what a disaster.
With friend like these who needs an enemy,
seeking a life partner to ride or die
All I got was a hitchhiker..
Holding these tears, Big Boys don't cry,
waiting for little Miss Sunshine.
Every time it rains,
The smile on my face,
Tears of Joy.
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Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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