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Lil' free verse practice I wrote. don't you just love being a single pringle? :/ |
| I have so many different sides: professional, perfect, (at least I think so) charming, (not really but this is my journal I can say what I want) but then you go down deeper. I have flaws, I have fears, my little journal I hold like a lifeline my books I wrote on sleepless nights my guitar and tiny piano. my obsessions my possessions my passions the people I would die for that's who people love, the real me, if only I could see I am everything to you. even when I hurt you, mistreat you, reject you. you care for me anyway. you hold me when I'm scared; a faded purple notebook amidst the tragedies of life. you're my obsession, I'm your possession, we're our passion. you see the real me, you love the real me. My dearest, if only you could see you are everything to me. |