I don’t talk about it much,
but I keep you behind the clear plastic.
A small, paper-thin "good luck"
staring back at me in the mirror.
You don’t know me, obviously,
but you make the bad days feel
a little less like a disaster.
I don’t talk about it much,
but I keep you behind the clear plastic.
A small, paper-thin "good luck"
staring back at me in the mirror.
You don’t know me, obviously,
but you make the bad days feel
a little less like a disaster.
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Comments1
Here is the poem of one that idolizes another to who they are unknown and the mere picture of them brightens the day. Nicely written
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