PurposeA Poem by prettybrettyi desire to be the ultimate image of eternal purity & virginity. to live and die unbearably untouched. i wish to be an actor so great that Falconetti herself would silently weep like Joan of Arc. i hailed Mary the other day. again and again. on my knees. though i was not adorned with my rosary. i had a cousin named Diana. i knew her before i knew who she was. she was pure in her white wedding dress. i always wanted to be a princess. of course i want to die. but not before the beginning, nor at my greatest height. i want what is mine. i must stand tall to get it. i don't care if the thorns draw my blood. i will get to my rose. and it shall not wither. i will die someday. but it never will. and that is called "purpose".
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Added on June 14, 2015 Last Updated on June 14, 2015 AuthorprettybrettyLawrenceburg, TNAboutBrett 24 TN, USA agender/nonbinary pansexual Sicangu Lakota Native American OCD, BPD, & ED I've been using this site for 10 years to record my poems. I don't write to be good at it, this .. more..Writing
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