A curly mess of black hair,
Sitting atop a pale rosy face,
Calm cool green eyes,
And lips red as honeycrisps,
This is the girl I let go.Her voice was sweet honey,
Her tone always soft,
She never shouted or barked,
She never angered, ever,
This is the girl I let go.She always knew when to push me,
She always knew my space,
Her eyes would always glisten,
If I were to ever cry,
This is the girl I let go.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...