Sitting in the park
A couple of streets
From my house
On a dead end street
With the dead end people
Who pretend to love me
Muscles still
Without any pain in them
Bones loose of tension
Eyes glazed
Like donuts in mid summer
And the wind caresses me
Like I'm as beautiful
And perfect as it is
The words of a song
From a playlist I made
In the essence of someone I love
Plays the strains of a voice
Denoting that the world
Is imperfect
And I am nothing but beautiful
To at least one somebody
Cos I am just myself
And that is more than enough
And all I need to be
I'm beautiful
For doing nothing
But being thought of
And living my life
Like I am the me
I have always wanted to be
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Litany by Nailinthewall
ŞiirA book of short poems, prose and passages written during a period of my life. I could get famous one day, be one of the first people who can say I knew them before they were popular! You know you want to....
