Mister Cold Demeanor

Mister Cold Demeanor

A Poem by Reign
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nonchalant

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Words need not be spoken,
Sob stories are overrated.

Let's get to business,
Time is precious.
Straight to the point,
Always abrasive.

Transactional, traditional
A dead man walking.
Unbothered, unfazed
My money does the talking.

Pulling myself back into my body,
'cause my love might consume you.
Taking my time knowing you,
It's the last thing I'll ever do.

Nonchalant, the gossips true.
Many masks, an actor too.
But I would be lying,
If I never said--

Your lips have always haunted me,
And nothing hurts better than you...

© 2025 Reign


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They become your religion and religion is at times perceived as an opiate and they hence become your drug of choice. Beautiful🕊️🙏🏻

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Reign

6 Months Ago

Wonderfully said. Thank you for reading!
redd Brick Keshner

6 Months Ago

Most welcome🙏🏻🕊️

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Added on March 23, 2025
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