Everyday we grow apart
No longer bound by the heart
& this cycle I would consider hard
Every foul
I took the charge
I gave this man my heart
See that’s the part
& that brick was a kinda hard
I up and revoked my player card
Class clown
I was his joke
Big manhood they often choke
For the life that I wrote
Is the no check box on the note
That I left on his desk
Packed up the little I had left
Put my heart back together
Arch my back with poise and grace
Now I hear my intuition
I was resisting the point and teaching
Culprit of all my teachings
Thank you for pouring into my cup
Blessed for this completion
Something about the line “Culprit of all my teachings” really fascinates me. Quite a thought-provoking poem.
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Thank you so much!
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#ThatsForPouringInMyCup keep going sis ππΎ
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Thanks *
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