Poezja

My life may end,
but, this message, my friend,
is one I hope you listen to.

You were my closest,
and all I hope is,
that you would stay as you.

So get rid of that mask,
get rid of it fast,
and show up as my bestie.

Cuz if you wear that makeup,
You'd feel worse than your first breakup.
And although I'm contained,
I swear to you in God's name,
That the result won't be pretty.