Escape

I’m an exquisite taste,

But stupid ,

So I use to chase,

When I should’ve replaced,

The face and forbid the case.

Of lovers from the past,

Our time didn’t last,

So at last I pass,

Because I was sick and tired of the crash.

Which continued to happen,

Reoccurring actions,

But nothing happened,

To my satisfaction.

So I changed my reaction,

Shit sometimes happens.

It’s scary to think they don’t care,

All along they didn’t play fair.

I was Queen,

Courting Jesters,

Never a perfect pair.

Let go of what no longer serves you;

Be free but beware.

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