Cold Sighs

July 10, 2018

I exhude cold sighs

As I realize

That there is no prize

For my dull, brown eyes

To gaze upon

With tight lips

and stiff hips

I'm dragged on by vice grips

Who relay their best tips

To survive

That's not for me

I feel they abhor me

I'm told they adore me

Their voices implore me

To quit

I'm sick of it.

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