This is a poem I wrote a while ago. I'm not one hundred percent sure what inspired it, but I am very fond of it.
Can you guys think of a way to make it better?
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Lip gloss is wearing thin,
Sick of these heels I’m in.
I need my tennis shoes –
Done with impressing you.
Mascara’s running low…
I do not like this show.
This can’t be who I am,
And you can’t be my man.
This skirt ends far too high.
My heart is running dry.
I won’t do this for you –
You never loved me two.
Too tired for this show,
I won’t try this for you.
Not me if I am her.
Oh, I’m no longer…
Lip gloss is wearing thin,
Sick of these heels I’m in.
I’ll put on my old blues,
And I won’t care for you.
