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Confessions Of A Scorned Woman


Many tearful events and painful experiences leading up to, The undistinguished anger in a woman of heavenly beauty. Her eyes are icily cold and heart shivers towards everyone old && new, Even towards the ones that tries to love her and see past her tainted deeds. So many done her wrong, she can’t see which way is right, Fucked upside down and on the edge to falling off to no limits. Her heart beats tears but there isn’t any in sight, Sick to the stomach from bullshit but she refuses to vomit. Head on a one way lane && she says fuck everybody, Because as soon as she cares people try to take advantage. Life to her is like a unpleasant box of chocolates with a shattered glass of defeat, A constant battle with the reflection she has grown to hate and love will never be planted. Silence speaks for her and material things are her cure, Hatred is her fuel because love leaves her heart in vengeance. Trying to get close to her is like living on Mars without fear, If your not talking money, she don’t need you in her presence. Exo keep her calm because her emotions has an truly explosive ending, Gin keeps her going because she over thinks when she’s sober. She knows she ought to do better but frankly she can give a two fucks in regards to your opinions. Thats all you need to know, no need for closure Nightmares on her street, love around the corner && independence dancing, Fear isn’t around but insane is her best friend. Berry smelling kisses looking for a new mate in the wind, But they’ll never know how hard it is until they try, try pleasing a scorned woman….
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GeminiiGoddess
I'm in love with this poem
samueltfranklin
The string of vivid adjectives and images all link together to create a very colorful atmosphere. Even though there aren't any end rhymes, there is still a very definite rhythm to this poem, and it reads very well.

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