Pretty trinkets in my brain,
Memories and emotions intertwined.
If you were to walk through my mind,
You'd think you're in an antique store, one of a kind.
Gold and silver line my memories,
Vintage lace adorns my emotions so fine.
My thoughts are wrapped in silky ribbon,
Each one a delicate treasure, one of a kind.
Walk carefully through these aisles,
For everything is sensitive and breakable,
But if you take your time and treat them with care,
You'll find the beauty in each one, so valuable and irreplaceable.
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My shitty poetry diary
PoetryI write shitty poetry that I love and I upload it sometimes.
