h2>Dating : Want It
Poetry for a desperate heart
I’m effortless
Even when I give a little bit of effort.
Being a kid
Were my best years
Back when my fears
Was seeing my mother
With tears
I’m too stressed out
For hope to pat me on the back
I don’t wanna be broke anymore
My girlfriend sleeping on the couch
While I’m waking up
On the floor
Renting furniture
That’s all we could afford
No car
While the chosen one
Is driving a Honda Accord
I’m sorry…
For not being the grind that you wanted…
The devil may have my shine
And I’m starting not to want it…
A family may be on your mind
But I don’t want it…
Some people wake up
For a nine to five
But I don’t want it…
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