Try It

And as I sit there in the moonlight crest

A ticket for your arrest

I will not rest till you reflect


It’s not a gift, it’s simply a curse

I told you first

And it’s not even at its worse


Nurse, while I’m bearing breathing

Chocking and heaving

My wrists and bleeding

And honestly, you are the only one I’ve been needing

Even when I wasn’t believing


Yes, this is a challenge, life is like a flamingo

I’m just trying to find my balance

This is my talent

And I silence anyone who denies it


And if you have never wrote a rhyme

Go home and try it


The End

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