Landing softly in the Fairytale recesses of my mind oh for I am lost amongst the dancers and the music boxes all lined up in rows like synchronized memories. Spinning in their mechanical circles in an endless loop of thoughts and ideas that will be all but forgotten. Oh, help me please, for I am so lost. Lost amongst the boys and the girls and the gender stereotypes. Lost amongst the shades of blue and pink because I know some of my friends prefer to be purple. Help me, I don't know where to go. I don't know how I ever got so lost but I pray that one day you can find me in the box marked lost and found. Find me, I'll whisper but I'll realize too late that the whisper was only ever in my head. Find me. The closer I think I get to figuring out who I am, the farther I become and I feel like a ballerina in a music box spinning in the same old boring circle with the same old boring song. I wanna be colors, I wanna be the light that dances in your eyes. I don't want to be lost anymore. So please, come and find me.... For I am lost amongst the dancers and the music boxes.
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Fridays I'm Frank (Poems)
ПоэзияThis is gonna be a book of poems that I've written myself about certain aspects of my life. If you love poetry (especially slam poetry) and wanna know more about me as a person and a writer then this should be a great read for you. I hope you guys e...
