To be swayed by superficial
It's unlikely.
Interest in me?
Cute.
But you don't know
My Mind.
You see.
What's inside.
It's deep.
Haven't got the time
To grind
Another riff.
So that's fine
Call me stiff.
You could never climb
This cliff.
Your false rhymes
Were a myth.
Got no time
For synths and simps.
I listen for chimes
That flip and lift.
Taking my time
I get a glimpse.
Not dimes
That dip.
You get my drift.
Smooth as fine wine.
Don't gulp
Take sips.
Only truth comes from these lips.
It's easy to slip.
Not impressed with your whip.
I fly ships.
No shopping trips
unless it's for this →🤍.
~Osian~
- Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 9th, 2023 22:42
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 1
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