Trillions to make Thousands
Thousands to make a whole
Done up high
Or just let to flow
No matter how it’s done
The damage is still the same
Every day it crosses my path
And every time it steers up my insides
It bounces, it waves, it swings from side to side
Spinning my mind in a twister of questions
It’s easy to avoid most of the other temptations
But this one is anywhere and everywhere
Why must my siren be hair?
Daily Duel
By:
backroom_sonnets 