Lifestyle, Millennials, Poem, Spells, Uncategorized

Moody

I want more

Someone to love me like I’ve never been loved before

Tired of keeping love to myself

I want to share it with someone else

But I’m crazy as fuck

And was raised to be tough

I got hella mood swings

Because I been through stuff

Acting like I want change

But I’m moving the same

Always aggressive, missing the lessons

Feeling neglected, wishing for blessings

No use for stressing I’m money collecting

Praying for peace with a gun on the dresser

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