Though I'd love to act in a movie or play,
I could never dare to make you stay.
The blood drips from my nose,
Staining my newly washed clothes.
Waiting till the day I can call you mine,
But sitting here is just fine.
Father says that I'm all he's got,
But my mind thinks of a different thought.
I sought the attention of others,
But I had only achieved the colors.
Suffocating my brain with twine,
Hearing you lie, shattering my heart,
That's just fine.
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PoetryThere's no really way of me saying of what's going to be in here, because when I write; I'm very unpredictable. But I can ensure you that I'll write with deep concepts in mind. Rue can write in here if they like, this book ISN'T just for me. (I wan...
