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I should be ecstatic I should be breathtaking the second I walk into the room with you I should be full of effortless perfection and captivating laughter I should hold you like the rare gem you are polishing you, weightless by your worth I should weep with sweet gratefulness over our stunning photos and memory keepsake moments I should be a beauty queen rolemodel exhibiting class and coordination and intelligence I should be ravishing in your love, a kaleidescope of pinks and yellows and magic I should be bathing in the taste of your devoted kiss and sunning under your Carribean embrace I should be a blonde hair blue eyed American dream Instead of a Miserable maniac that can't even write a        *******          poem. Instead of a terrible daydreamer, bored by the periods at the end of your sentences.      .       . Instead of a tarnished transient seeking foolish adventure Craving endless oceans, cliche flight humor, and saving animals I didn't even know existed to begin with Instead of a jaded view from every set of empty eyes Instead of an indulgent ******* that wants more than this terribly wonderful life that you've offered me. I really should.
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 9:51 PM UTC
Should be.
I should be ecstatic I should be breathtaking the second I walk into the room with you I should be full of effortless perfection and captivating laughter I should hold you like the rare gem you are polishing you, weightless by your worth I should weep with sweet gratefulness over our stunning photos and memory keepsake moments I should be a beauty queen rolemodel exhibiting class and coordination and intelligence I should be ravishing in your love, a kaleidescope of pinks and yellows and magic I should be bathing in the taste of your devoted kiss and sunning under your Carribean embrace I should be a blonde hair blue eyed American dream Instead of a Miserable maniac that can't even write a        *******          poem. Instead of a terrible daydreamer, bored by the periods at the end of your sentences.      .       . Instead of a tarnished transient seeking foolish adventure Craving endless oceans, cliche flight humor, and saving animals I didn't even know existed to begin with Instead of a jaded view from every set of empty eyes Instead of an indulgent ******* that wants more than this terribly wonderful life that you've offered me. I really should.
frustrations with the self...an outlet vs. actual poetry
lucanna
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lucanna
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 9:51 PM UTC
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