It is my right
to fall in love
and not be tossed about
It is my right
to pick a rose
and not be pricked by thorns
It is my right
to wear a smile
when my heart is full
shed a tear
when it is heavy
say i love you
when i care
It is my right to be me
I won't be someone else
At least not for YoU
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Reflections
PoetryIt was supposed to blow softly It was meant to last only for a while ...and that is the breeze of life... And that is the pain we bear. At the crossroads, with a smirk on the face, with fire in my eyes. I look in eager anticipation for the joys of y...
