Not every song is about it
But I wouldn’t want to count
Not every poem is about them
But don’t fucking read out loud
I know you think I’m just crazy
when told to sit, you just obey
I know you think that I’m vapid
you’re the one who’s never changed
At least I’ve tried and gotten better
I know you’re right where we left off
Hey man i hope you get it together
But if you call, I’d say fuck off
I know you don’t ever think of me
So I got good at cutting threads
Hey man I hope you’ve gotten better
You wouldn’t care if I dropped dead
Hey man I hope you’ve gotten better
You wouldn’t care if I dropped dead
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- Published: October 8th, 2025 01:28
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A poem that flows downward and in the pool where it ends has a reflection with an echo. Well done in rhyme
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