Cast aside like a firefly, innocent like the starry sky, just as I began to try but never was the reason why.
The confident stare that I'm wearing is projected by a coward boy with ruffled hair and the glare; It's rigged with all the courage.
My god, it must be that smile and if the world could see how she whips her hair but she doesn't care for the when and where though she lives to flare and it gets me there. Yeah, it gets me there.
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Author:
Akamykowski (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If only it were easy, but isn't it?
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