You were fixed
You let go
You know who you are
You tell me it's my turn
But I'm not ready
I want to be
But I'm not
When Will it be my turn?
Who can fix me?
how will they fix me?
It's not fair
That you were fixed first
Since I'm the one who is always put together
But I'm finally falling apart
And I can't put myself together fast enough
I hate this!
When will it be my turn?
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Poems for Everything (Part#1)
De TodoThese poems are by me, I write them from my heart. It took a lot of convincing myself to put these on here for everyone to look at. So go ahead, judge me and comment whatever is on your mind. But let me tell you one thing: One day, you could have a...
