The Real Poetry of You

Antique furniture,

Umbrella, unread books, a usually made bed, used and dirty clothing scattered,

Red lipstick painted across my lips,

"Oh my god" her lips uttered,

Running away from all the monsters that haunt my dreams,

Anxiously playing with my hair as an excuse to fidget,


A picture of friends, my baby blanket, my piano, my phone, and an heirloom necklace

Naughty and mischevious dogs causing hilarious havoc

Doritos Chile Limon Dinamitas are the best snack on the planet,

Eager to know everything about everyone

Rara, Rora, Roarry, Rosie, are all names id respond to,

Surprisingly tall with long painted nails and partially blue hair,

Oversized sweaters paired with ripped jeans and vans is the peak of fashion,

Never stop trying to look on the bright side in the meantime.

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