“Bad luck” – A poem


Why do you want to dance with me?
I don’t like your music; I don’t want to dance.
I wish to be alone, let me be!
I don’t like your face and I don’t like your fragrance.

I know what you want
You want to see me sad
It’s all over your face with a big bold font
You’re mean, you’re ugly and you’re bad

You hate to see me smile; you hate it when I am fresh
You ceased all my hopes and took away my dreams
You’ve sucked all my blood and eaten all my flesh
I am scared of the ocean, I live by the streams!

I am torn apart and left to bleed
I don’t see the sky but everything else is red
Large and dark I see your seed
I wouldn’t let it grow and I want to see you dead!!!


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