She is not perfect.
She doesnt dream to be.
You exspect her to be darling and sweet.
For you my friend never realized she wasnt in the correct okay.
For her life became a mistake.
She constantly ruined the beauty in sight.
She constantly went through sorrow at night.
Letting out all the pain she finally came out to say,"i'm not the only one".
She realized even something as precious as the moon had a darkside to it.
Yet no creature was her speaker.
She stood alone an empty world but helped many of other girls.
She never meant to steal,just barrow.
She never meant to break her day or steal her happiness all away.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
