I'm so slick
it gets my sick,
When I have to spit
Words become like bricks.
People like my style,
Some even call it wild,
But I act so surprised,
Just by giving them a smile.
I've been hurt badly,
By a lady named Sandy,
I remember her liking candy,
She broke my heart when she kissed Bradley.
Jokes aside rhymes are easy to go by, poetry though doesn't have to rhyme, when you speak from your heart allowing your creativity to go wild, that's when most folks genuinely relate,
I might be wrong but who cares anyway 🤷♂️.
©lost_soul
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