A little girl staying up past my bed time,
Watching TV from behind the couch,
torturing snails in my spare time,
playing barbies with the neighborhood boys.
I am an angst-y teenager,
driving to outrun a broken heart,
with a guy in a penguin suit up front,
and a hysterical audience.
Inside I am simple, sweet,
creamy vanilla from madagascar
slow churned into a delicate snowflake.
I am the moon, I light up the world,
for lovers and criminals like me.
I am scarred and imperfect,
and on cloudy days I stay in bed
and hide my face from the world.
I am all of these things
I am unique
but
nothing that i've experienced
hasn't happened to someone else
and nothing I do hasn't been done before.
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 9:05 PM UTC
A little girl staying up past my bed time,
Watching TV from behind the couch,
torturing snails in my spare time,
playing barbies with the neighborhood boys.
I am an angst-y teenager,
driving to outrun a broken heart,
with a guy in a penguin suit up front,
and a hysterical audience.
Inside I am simple, sweet,
creamy vanilla from madagascar
slow churned into a delicate snowflake.
I am the moon, I light up the world,
for lovers and criminals like me.
I am scarred and imperfect,
and on cloudy days I stay in bed
and hide my face from the world.
I am all of these things
I am unique
but
nothing that i've experienced
hasn't happened to someone else
and nothing I do hasn't been done before.
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