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Drama in My Glamour
There is drama in my glamour
Five days of forced slumber
My state is much calmer
I'll wear my dark glasses to hide my deep bruises
I'll colour these lashes tone down their redness
My eyes are a slur,
you won't note the scar
I'll flush my cheekbones pink which side I was hit.
My sweater looks sassy though the sun is high, lemme cover my arms these are not deep cuts.
I'll dress down my height, wear my boots knee high ,cover the sores on my feet which the glass splits tore, as I narrowly sprint through the bedroom door.
The punch
Didn't hurt much, tore a piece off my back, well, it won't just match the crimson scar in my heart ,bleeds profusely for months, then I get those guts
To move back to that hut where it hurts so bad
I'll protect my little birds and when they are ready to perch, I'll pack my bags
Then there will finally be
little drama in my glamour.
Be Kisambi
© All Rights Reserved
Five days of forced slumber
My state is much calmer
I'll wear my dark glasses to hide my deep bruises
I'll colour these lashes tone down their redness
My eyes are a slur,
you won't note the scar
I'll flush my cheekbones pink which side I was hit.
My sweater looks sassy though the sun is high, lemme cover my arms these are not deep cuts.
I'll dress down my height, wear my boots knee high ,cover the sores on my feet which the glass splits tore, as I narrowly sprint through the bedroom door.
The punch
Didn't hurt much, tore a piece off my back, well, it won't just match the crimson scar in my heart ,bleeds profusely for months, then I get those guts
To move back to that hut where it hurts so bad
I'll protect my little birds and when they are ready to perch, I'll pack my bags
Then there will finally be
little drama in my glamour.
Be Kisambi
© All Rights Reserved
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