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This poem, well more like a free write, was inspired by the song Amazing by Bruno Mars Oh & this is a true story.Enjoy. :) I hear the words as I drive in my car. My thoughts take over my body as I feel the sting begin in my eyes and my face gets red hot. I start thinking about my life and those lyrics. When was I going find someone to tell me that I'm amazing? When was I going to find someone to tell me that I'm beautiful JUST the way I am? That they would never change anything about me because I am the epitome of perfect in their eyes. As I pull into my driveway, I turn off the car and cry softly. The silence made my sniffles sound deafening. I couldn't hear myself breathe, I thought I stopped. I took my time, thinking about my past, present, and future. I've been so stuck on finding the "one" that I haven't found myself. I immediately stopped crying because I realized I have found someone to tell me all of those things, and she was staring at me in the rear view mirror. ME.
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Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 8:37 AM UTC
Amazing
This poem, well more like a free write, was inspired by the song Amazing by Bruno Mars Oh & this is a true story.Enjoy. :) I hear the words as I drive in my car. My thoughts take over my body as I feel the sting begin in my eyes and my face gets red hot. I start thinking about my life and those lyrics. When was I going find someone to tell me that I'm amazing? When was I going to find someone to tell me that I'm beautiful JUST the way I am? That they would never change anything about me because I am the epitome of perfect in their eyes. As I pull into my driveway, I turn off the car and cry softly. The silence made my sniffles sound deafening. I couldn't hear myself breathe, I thought I stopped. I took my time, thinking about my past, present, and future. I've been so stuck on finding the "one" that I haven't found myself. I immediately stopped crying because I realized I have found someone to tell me all of those things, and she was staring at me in the rear view mirror. ME.
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Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 8:37 AM UTC
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