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Mess

I know I said it’s fine
But I think I need sometime.
It was going good
It was going fine
But seeing you with her
Change my mind.
The taste of her
On your lip is fine
But every time it crosses my mind
I realize you’re not mine
The look on your face
When she pass by
Make me want to rewind time
I’m not one for regret
But giving me to you leave me a mess
I won’t say your the best
Because all you left is stress
And you didn’t pass the test
Now I have to fix this mess.

©️ By A.J.

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Young years

Late night drugs are no good.
It doesn’t ease the pain,
Like it said it would.
Bodies on the floor,
But we crave more.
The higher we get,
The more we regret.
Sleeping with strangers,
Like we don’t care for danger.
Mom I’ll call you later.
What’s the use of goals,
If all we do is make more?
We fall in love,
And we’re left on the floor.
Bottles up just once more.
Our young years.
Our wasted tears.
Make us better or worse each year.

By A.J.