[untitled]A Poem by Cierra BaileyYou play the troubled boy so well But we can all see through our blindfolds That mask does you no good And our eyes work just fine
We know what you are And the intentions you have And that image you portray Will not last forever
Just give it up Because your secret is no longer safe
You've been found out.
© 2008 Cierra BaileyReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 26, 2008 AuthorCierra Bailey508, MAAboutI enjoy the simple things in life: The Piano. Writing and recording my own music. Chocolate milk. Winter. Christmas time. Fires and snuggling. The smell of a fresh fall morning. Kitty cat's on bikes. .. more..Writing
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