ThoughtfulA Poem by Rebekah SmithSomething really needs to happen - the only issue is that I must start it.I need to be more matter-of-fact 'Cause when I start I try too hard and then I choke and I crack I mean I like to walk around and check the scene Pacing my city, alone and unseen But that's the way I kinda like it Other people can be frightening And although I'm craving love I'll always fight it Broken b***h. Too many broken bits. And tryna piece it all together seems almost sadistic But I'm smilin' now While I'm wilin' out Got the people that I love strong at the line of my brow Means I'm thinkin' of 'em That used to be a problem Guess that means progression and I should stop being so goddamned Hard on myself. Unlock the prison gates. With the keys held in my pocket I've been refusing to take. Such a prat But I'm golden inside Developing fast, and brimming with pride Intelligence, no common sense and clumsy as f**k... The world shall turn and watch the day I choose to wake up. © 2017 Rebekah SmithFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on October 1, 2017 Last Updated on October 1, 2017 AuthorRebekah SmithBristol, South-West, United KingdomAboutThis is an extrememly hard box to fill, so my idle mind will leave it to your creative one. more..Writing
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