She swing me by in the morning sun,
Holding my hair ina pretty bun.
We walk along cool sandy shores.
Always stopping at any stores.
Running away wasn't an option.
Fighting and crying was part of the occion.
Midnight screams and morning breezes.
She wouldn't move, even if I sneezed.
Reading and parties calling it sloppies,
I wish I had a friend till the end.
A photocopy machine of all my personal deeds.
The only way that I can breathe.
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Diversity (Poetry)✔
PoetryOriginal poetry made to make you feel. Read every word with great meaning, you'll get it. I wrote this hoping some day I'll publish and maybe someone will finally gain the courage to create themselves, a cluster of words to break and shape hearts t...
