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I'm standing at the top of the globe
Completely ready, out of wardrobe
This strong wind is swishing at me
I'm ever so cold, I feel insanely free
An' it's gonna attack me, soft chaos
But this time, I'm ready to win toss
It doesn't matter at all if I am alone
I don't fear cyclones so bring it on!!
I've been moulded into this icy fire
I can gracefully stand pains so dire
Although people tossed me around
Like lifeless torso, devoid of sound..
But I'm the strong bearer of storms
I don't hide, no need of close dorms
I'm made of sunlit glitters, stardust
Tornadoes are nothin' but low rust
I'll backfire them 'n' they'll corrode
For I'm meant to rule the life's road
And it's okay if I've been a sad song
For it softens my heart that's ever...
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Headstrong!
Author's Note
I was listening to 'Somebody to Die for' when I wrote this trashy poem. I don't like it at all. :(
Sorry for the bad poems. I hope to improve ahead. Please bear with me until then. :'(
Much Love xX
Hazel *-*
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