I might walk with swagger and grace
But I'm just a girl who missed her fathers embrace
Constantly looking for love in all the wrong places
Going after whatever boy chases
Heart break after heart break
Mistake after mistake
Will there ever be a love that doesn't end in hate?
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The Drabbles of a Young Mind
PuisiPoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.
