Everyone defines her beauty off of the simple fact that her love is drawn towards another woman
That her clothing style can only be found on people who have opinions and open minds
And that the fact her home is a crushed one
Crushed but not broken
Its only held together by a thin piece of thread
Hanging on by ever bit of life force it has
Trying so hard to be normal
But normal is boring
And all I hear people say is
'why aren't I normal?'
Because normal isn't a word that has a definition
The girl that loves the other that is her normal
The boy who practically has his hands glued around the neck of a guitar that's his normal
But normal has no meaning
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my little book of poems
PoesieWhat the title says these are poems I've written and I want to share them this will PROBABLY be updated bi-daily
