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Man, I thought I was done with guys. I gave up on liking Matt last year, and Micah lives in North Dakota, thus the chance of a snowball in hell. And yet, here I am, and I find myself with a sudden crush the size of Texas on some kid a year older than me who I've only spoken to, like, eight times. Am I really that desperate? Or is that normal? God, I don't know. I'm so confused. Help me, someone!
On a completely different note, I wrote a new and super-dee-awesome poem. Wanna read it? No? Too bad!
Thorny Rose
Copyright Clare Evett, 2009-2019
A rose encased in thorns
That's me
Beauty hidden under ugliness and hate
I need someone to reach out and see
The real me
Give a caring hand
Shelter and water, you could say
Or the rose inside will wilt and die
And all that's left is
Thorns outside
A shell
Of what I was to begin
With
Thorns outside
And nothing within
I'm too protective
Too scared
To reach out
Past my shell
And no one is here to care
And my inner beauty
Is wilting already
I'm falling to pieces
And I don't know how to put them
Back together
Alone
 xXBisexual FlanXx · Sun Apr 05, 2009 @ 01:45am · 1 Comments |
