ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᶜʰᵒʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ˢⁱᵈᵉ.
ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᶜʸˢᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ʳⁱᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ.
ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ˢʰᵉ ʰⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʷᵉˡˡ.
ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍʳⁱᵖˢ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵃʳᵈ.
ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶜʰᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵉˢᵗ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵛⁱᵉⁿˢ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵖ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ, ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃˡˡᵒʷ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰʳᵒᵃᵗ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒᵐᵃᶜʰ, ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶜʰᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁱᵗ.
ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵘʳⁿ.
ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ⁱᶠ ˢʰᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ.... ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˡᵉᵃˢᵉ.
ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵒⁿʸ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢᵗ.
ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ʰᵉʳ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵘⁿᵍˢ.
ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒᵈʸ.
ʰᵉʳ ˢᵒᵘˡ.
ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁱʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ʰᵉʳ.
ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ.
ᵃ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱⁿ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ.
ᵃ ᵗᵉᵃʳ.
ᵃ ˢⁱⁿᵍˡᵉ ᵗᵉᵃʳ.
ᵈʳⁱᵖˢ.
ᵈʳᵒᵖˢ.
ˢᵐᵉᵉʳˢ.
ᵇᵘʳⁿˢ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ.
ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ.
ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ.
ᵈᵒʷⁿ.
ᵈᵒʷⁿ.
ᵈᵒʷⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ.
ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵍᵒᵒᵈᵇʸᵉ.
ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡʸ ᵃ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ.
ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ.
YOU ARE READING
to someone.
Poetrypeoms written for people still figuring out who they are. if you're here, than I guess that would be you.
