So loving like flowers glistening in the morning sun pedals flow and fly around like butterfly's playing
But as soon as your level of evil reach it's heights I turn outward the skys turn dark and the fire in my eyes are raging and I turn it around and meet your level of karma on a full moon cycle gloating my righteous words into the night letting you know where you you keep playing in my face you will meet the punchalist
Punchalist -A fed up person that knocks out evilness
I just made that word up I'm finna punch yo ass
A level of cuteness that can turn into something you never saw before
No rainbows and gold here me friend 🥷🏿
After the darkness comes light I alchemist my energy and move the fuck on even if not worth the fight 🫶🏿
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Author:
Star seed (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Laugh to keep from tearing some shiit up 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
- Category: Humor
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Comments1
A good write
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