Sierra Simmons Poems

The art of failure was in my presence
the love I was soon to have had already been lessened
the bags of clothes had now turned to boxes
the last dance was posted for everyone watching
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four Seasons of green
one begins with a tree, air
and me.
They will not understand
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So much success and so many losses
we get chosen but who is bossin,
money doesn't define you
you already know
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Using my knowledge moving on its ok I am stick facing life alone until the thrown I will sit on it you put me down and
my heart was stronger I am living today, sober
guess I dont need a man who isnt there thats good
you know Im alone
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