I don't know if I can love you.
(Not the way you want me to)
My heart is sore, and I think a little rotted.
My brain is controlled by someone I don't know
I'm cursed, my soul's been twisted
Too far from what it once was
I'm a cat raised by dogs, I believe I'm something I've never been
I'm an ugly duckling, but I'm not sure I'm a swan,
and I'm a tall strong tree but I'm really the mistletoe on a spruce log.
I don't think I can love you.
(Not the way they want me to)
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Have this thing I found on my "ramblings" document. I think I wrote it like 3 months ago?
I like it even though the rhyme scheme is awful. It's more important to me to be genuine than keep up a good rhyme scheme anyway.
Enjoy my sparse but lovely readers!
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Edited: 11/15/2024
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