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the bedroom I must now resign in.

another one for daddy

a poem about taxi cabs.

Lost in a moment that is pulling you under. You find yourself unable to breathe and unable to resurface.

Honestly, this poem went in the opposite direction I wanted it to. I guess this is my conscious speaking.

I am just another girl who is still in love with fairy tales. It just turns out you need to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince.

waiting for something to happen...nothing ever does.

for those dictating and controlling

Being able to recall an Autumn romance and be able to smile, not regret.

overcoming fear