Rumors and gossips on the floor
That flirting with guys, short and tall
Begin to burst my higher world
No one can see my poor soul;
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Liked this, especially the Sweety line and the last verse.
A need to swallow my pride, Big waves of relief wash over my face, Soon, all will have gone with the wind, I love these verses.And your ability of seeking rhymes is so powerful and marvelous.