Conceited, rebellious, uncaring, callous,
I've been called worse betimes;
Never intended to change but silently curious,
Recidivist, yet scared of my crimes.
But as the world revolved, and stories twist,
God started work to straighten out this sham;
By divine providence, the nebulous mist
Dissolved when I met my Jam.
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amorselofmoxy
Aug 18, 2015 06:00AM
I am a metaphor. I am the gaeity of children, the rotundity of a blue moon. I am the fickleness of thoughts, and the serenity in the midst of tempest.I am melodramatic. ;) I love to love and to make...View all Conversations
Story by amorselofmoxy
Is It Cliche To Start With Dear Pi...
A reader's letter to an author.
This is not a story.
