As I shed this skin,Do not forget how far
I had to begin
As a noble little star.
Words divided down
To simple facts of being
Blossom into crowns.
My nobility of fleeing.
The words, they've made a home
In my shallow heart that's beating.
Nesting with vessels to roam,
They've taken over my heating.
Windows to the soul
Aren't the eyes of the beholder.
They're deep inside your bowl
Of thinking soup, in every folder.
Every file you save,
Every breath you manage to take,
The drunken soup will pave
Out the window when you're awake.
Alone, yourself you guide,
No physical gift to win.
Your brain will find the tide
That trap your demons in.
That alone is your reward,
No need for me to hold.
Smile and make your sword
Of words to fight so bold.
As I shed this skin,
Do not forget how far
I had to begin
As a noble little star.
As you shed this skin
Do not forget how far
You have to grow
To be a noble little star.
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This is my last official writing piece for "Me." I started this little book six months ago and am amazed by how far I have come since then in life, as well as as in writing. Another book like this shall come out soon. :) I hope you look forward to it; until then, you can check out my Six Word Memoirs or message me to tell me what you think about my writing. All suggestions shall be considered and appreciated.
With love, Cece.
Ta-Ta For Now.
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Me. [completed]
PoetryMe. poems, feels, Kinda personal, to be honest. But that's okay. This is Volume I. Volume II is called Poetry At its Worst