Escaping you

I lower my gaze walking head down in a fearful daze I do not want to speak debate or be critiqued So I walk away and stray far from were you stay from a bond that was strong with a long-stand and a talk we should of had  

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Money

Gold and green So pretty yet can be so mean The hands that reach may be unclean And Im not talking about hygiene But you deem yourself fit for a queen! All I need is a little green Print some more out of that shiny machine   ©Batool Aly (SarcasticBeautyQueen)