Time after time,
I stick my head out,
Leaning a helping hand,
Trying to pull the lint out,
But you stay getting caught,
You are my favorite,
Every time you get hurt,
Oh man,
I be hating it,
But the lies that you tell,
And every time you cry wolf,
Has my head going swirly,
Too early,
My hair style is curly,
But here I go for one more spin,
You lose once more with me,
Will be our last,
I will move on,
Now that’s my win.

Quotable: “To catch a new wind of air, from your lies”.

Question: What’s your thoughts on the poem?

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