Easy Swipe

How are words easy, the soul’s uneasy,

With touches so cheesy,

Swipes of left and right so breezy,

Tell me is it worth it

To set everything on fire,

Like a hit man for hire,

Slashing my tire,

Making me tired,

Making me feel like everything I desired

Was uninspired.

How are your words so uneasy,

My soul is easy,

And now everything is breezy

Again.

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