DefinitionsA Poem by prettybretty
tell me I'm pretty like Jennifer Jones
tell me there is still strength in these bones do I or do I not have a brittle heart? somehow I still believe my life is a work of art please tell me I'm Jennifer just to ease my mind though today I'd like to be Ida Lupino standing in the moontide [got 7 years bad luck when I looked the last time] why do I act like a tragedienne walking around in Nazimova's skin? [Tarkovsky's mirror it don't compare to mine] definitions... does it really matter if I'm one-of-a-kind? if everyone is special like each star in the night sky... if I start to walk away, please don't leave me behind.
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Added on December 6, 2015 Last Updated on December 6, 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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