Damaged Petals

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I don’t write anymore
My disposable pen can no longer reach that deep into my soul
Or maybe I just don’t want to be brave enough to allow myself to be vulnerable to cry
Whichever it is, I’d rather continue living this bohemian lifestyle
Entertaining dangerous weirdos and enjoying spicy foods
In this no-end-in-sight solitude
Some say I’ve lost the gritty passion I once had
The same gritty passion I fear will make me a carbon copy of my dad
I swear it on neighbour’s kitten’s mama
I’m facing none of that everyday domestic drama
I’m a tenacious flower that grew in a fashion so fatal
And the words, these words are my damaged petals


4 thoughts on “Damaged Petals

    sannie zulu said:
    September 7, 2015 at 3:27 pm

    i fell your pain baby…beautiful piece


    Chief_want responded:
    September 7, 2015 at 7:53 pm

    Awwww, i cn c ur my #1 fan


    Sannie zulu said:
    September 16, 2015 at 6:58 am

    awlays be your number 1 fan


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