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Poetry on my skin.

Proud on
shallow connections,
You thrive to earn,
All this fake affection,
Can’t be a good turn.

You ask me to fly,
But I don’t want wings,
My aim is already high,
I don’t need your things.

Your energy
revolves around the greed,
My strength
floats within trees.
Stop suggesting me to read,
I don’t want your aura,

You want me to dive in sea,
I don’t care
about virtue or sin.
Oh dear!
You can’t tame me,
It’s poetry,
written on my skin.

0 comments on “Poetry on my skin.

  1. Very nice write! I really enjoyed this line…

    “You ask me to fly,
    But I donโ€™t want wings”

    Will be back to read more. ๐Ÿ™‚

    -Renee Verona

  2. “Oh dear!
    You canโ€™t tame me,
    Itโ€™s poetry,
    written on my skin”
    beautiful and deep lines as you dived and brought them from the bottom of heart of the ocean