This is the first poetry peice I think I've dropped..
So Try to give me some good insight...thanks peace
Her feelings are woven loose without purpose
Her mind could steal the show, if it weren’t for the curtains
If her heart was exposed, there would be nothing left to feel
So she reveals enough off her chest, just to say, “I kept real.”
Thrusting problems to the back of her mind, she proceeds
Concerned solely about where the road begins, not where the road leads
Not comprehending that she could hurt all the people that surround her
She steps into the Dirt, and says farewell to the one who really cares about her
Oddly enough she’s now cast in darkness and her problems have doubled
She can conceal them with a beaming smile, but that’s not solving her troubles
That Filth is all that remains for her sadness to confide and hide in
Lost her friends, and her lover, so she just remains beside him
To bad she couldn’t hide it, or shower before I was enlightened
She can attempt to deny it, but it wasn’t Grimy who focused on enticement
I thought I encompassed her heart, until I saw she’s never yearned
For love, and after she cheated on one for me,
You think I would’ve learned