I’ve been through some sugared lips
Those that only shout “all in” for my hips
turned Watermelon into Water-lemons
My tears froze like frostyflakes, my heart at stake
I thought I found a soul-mate, not an emty crate of translucent grace
I spit fire from time to time because I was born under concrete tiles
but my heart never faked a smile
shock, friction, other sources of ignition never altered my salvation
Never broke those bones, those sticks and stones
It makes me wonder how you justify all that bane?
.. From a rose that grew through concrete and pain – loveeeiriny
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