In May my heart is cold,
Foreseen is a story not told.
My thoughts aren't ugly,
Cause I try to be bubbly.
Working hard on every inch of life's mold,
Am not mystical, yet mysterious & bold.
Broad daylight shines so evenly.
A refund for all the bad done to me.
Shine brighter than a star, without the sky.
I am defined,
I am certain,
And
I lift myself up high.
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PoetryThis right here is an original book of poems and is authenticly written by myself. It is about every thought and feeling that flows through me.
