I am an extraordinary person,
emotions imprisoned
with increasing imperfections
that goes on and on.
I think sarcastic,
‘cause I am imperfect.
I feel like a child,
dreaming in the wild.
I have brown eyes,
and do believe in fairies.
Don’t care with what they say,
‘cause I am amazing in my own way.
I eat a lot,
cry a bucket,
to sleep and laugh,
is what I want.
I cry in these stupid little things,
and wait for the day and what it brings
‘cause at the end of the day,
things in my life, go my own way.
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Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey Guys!
I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING!
THIS POEM WILL BE LIKE A SIGN THAT I'LL UDATE MORE OFTEN NOW!
THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING!
:)))
-- Shenneid(((:
