It's like you marched straight into my heart and were called to parade rest,
Silently awaiting a celebration of love that will never come,
For the interval between us is much farther than any 3-5 step spacing.
Before you, I marched the beat of my own drum,
And I refuse to give you the power to control my tempo.
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Taking back what's mine
ПоэзияPoetry relating to my life. Extremely personal. Extremely raw. I'm not filtering anything so if that's a problem please do not look any further. I am currently adjusting into adulthood and here's some things that I've been through. Good and bad.
