• aprildby 34w

    I asked for a hot coffee
    You gave me a cold one.
    I asked for pen
    You gave a knife
    I asked for freedom
    But you put me in the cage.

    Darling you can't stop me

    I added ice on the coffee with an icing on top.
    And it turns out to be insanely delicious.

    I get the knife
    And I scarred myself.
    But I used my own blood as an ink
    To make a poetry.

    You think I let you win?

    I designed the cage my own
    And lock myself inside.
    I made my own kingdom
    I made myself a queen.

    I know it's your game,
    But I don't play by the rules.

    Now who do you think won?