"UNPLUCKED"

Lying in an ocean, full of lobsters,
Pinned on a sky with broken stars,
Bloody wounds, now brown scars,
Walking this life alone, I hate cars,
Your floors' cleaner than my plate,
Well, that is, the type of talk I hate,
Maybe gold's just premium yellow,
Realities will unfold you'll yell Oh,
Hm you told me size doesn't matter,
Certainly the size of the brain does,
Stupid to feel like, it won't hurt her,
Rub a blade, hoping it won't cut her, 
I am, just a flower, waiting, for rain, 
Unplucked my petals yes it did pain!

"Unplucked"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
 


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