Most of the time I can be happy ,
but at bedtime I may be snappy,
I over think far too much , I close my eyes , my hearts in a rush.
The obstacle to the lie, I do not desire this from a guy , it all fails all I want is to live a fairytale. Hit me in the head with a nail as I know I can’t sail to my fairytale.
My arms are sweating , I feel pale, keep me on my trail.
I hear rumbling when I’m running and tumbling ,I can’t stop mumbling , my mind is stumbling !
I want to live my dream , be strong and Independent with no team , with no anger that will no longer steam, not relying on anyone and being my own theme.
I want to be Free…
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Author:
Nicole Sarah Robinson (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Bring your own theme. That’s power. You showed both sides of the quandary and that draws the reader in. Nice write good read.
Thank you x
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