I have to fix my broken parts,
Before I completely fall apart.
Before I crumble down to dust,
Before I make a giant fuss.
I have to let myself be new,
Before I become what I don't want to.
Before I die in front of crowds,
Before I get to be too loud.
I have to be a different me.
Before I'm worse than I want to be.
I have to rearrange,
So I guess I have to change.
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
