I am not for everyone, there are poems that live inside of me that no one can handle they are like thunderstorms on a summery day.
I have a certain type of love deep in my veins
that you will ooze the surface down,
and you won't be able to stop it,
you will be forever attached to the ache parts
Circles with no stop
you shall be tangled by the scars
that lives in my skin.
It daily makes me scream from rooftops above the skies,
and no it's not cool.
I am different,
the weird kind,
the one who relates to the radio head- creep song on the radio.
That's me, I am not for everyone.
For that,
I hope when you see me in the streets
you would turn left and leave,
don't get attracted by the light around me.
I am not for everyone.
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