I wanna be soft spoken
Like the motorcycle boy
I wanna see the world like he does
Admiring every sight
And laughing at the little thoughts he thinks of
Find humor and beauty in the world
And go with the flow of life
Instead of being terrified by it
Paralyzed by fear
I wanna be confident
And brave
And pure hearted
I wanna have a heart of gold
And a soul so innocent
That the devil would forgive me
If I ever met him in person
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
