Will you take my hand
And let's dance to my broken record
I struggle sometimes with rhythm
But I trust that you will keep me steady
I know I'm not ready
But I wish I was
I know you could love me and
I could love you
But I'm so nervous that I can't keep the beat past the 1,2
Will you allow me not to be perfect, too?
- E.D.
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Woman In Progress
شِعرA girl becomes much more. The process is documented through her poetry.
