All of the originality in me was drained.
But I face against it.
I will not be like
Inge from Gidget.
I seek, I spur.
Matching the fall's trends.
I wish I never were
Dangerous to myself.
I speak the verses.
He will help me find my token.
Originality in me was drained.
Evaporated.
Condensation.
Now, it takes me for granted.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
