There used to be a girl back when
She'd always message at 3am
The hour of the Witches, she could have been one
She had a boyfriend, playing games
Trapping my soul, trying to get it gone
I was an idiot and fell for it all
Like Alfred said to Bruce "Why do we fall?"
"To learn to pick ourselves up"
Need to stop speeding, life like a delivery truck
The morale of the story, there is no glory
Chasing a wicked woman with no heart
I kept my soul in the end but yes I fell
Bitch wanted to take me straight to Hell
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'Like Alfred said to Bruce "Why do we fall?"
"To learn to pick ourselves up"
I too
have so much, respect
for these wise words;
and
can relate to your poetry
so easily, sadly
truth Be
our 'Chosen' partners, can
make our life's, unbearable..
that's when i realise
'unreciprocated', can also
be a form of mercy...
(so relatable
thanks for sharing
dear poet)
Thank you so much 😁. Bale is still the best Batman to me haha!
loved the story-telling in this one. and the way u combine a spooky vibe with a direct style.
what an experience it must have been ig lol
Thank you very much 😁. Haha yeah for sure, never again 🤣.
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