Here I am,
making myself pretty
Here I am,
Being a Wannabe
I used to Hate
I changed myself,
Just for you
With the Pieces
you broke
I fixed it too,
Making a
Beautiful Fragile
Vase.
YOU ARE READING
set free | ✔
Poetry❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
