sapphire's scales

Remember this Starting from now on, you will never be at ease Countless diss I see, peeps want to take the risk An amethyst gemstone is not scared of you You're flying in gray clouds, while I'm coming down in clouds of blue As my feet land In the Waste Land, The nemeses turned out to be big pretenders I don't want drama, but they want a mess I've felt and heard it all The stories of me from you are like a mirrorball There must be a spy While you fly Baby, this is just the beginning The next poem will be more thrilling   © Domar Esmabe