Flower crowns were meant to brown
Shirts were meant to wrinkle
Vases are gonna break
Windows are gonna be smudged
Pencils will become dull
And lovers will become strangers
The sun was meant to burn out
The world is gonna end
Paper was made to be torn
And hearts were meant to be broken
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Wild Child
Poésiethis is a book of poetry just like any other. the big difference is ... its mine and no one else. thats why you should read it. not that I'm trying to be cocky, I'm trying to give you a good enough reason to read this collection poems instead of jus...
