Tell Me Beautiful ThingsA Poem by SamanthaGalliGoing under, cigarette mouth make out Drinking and driving, trying to figure you out I don’t really wanna be here much, I’m just around for the rum and my love I’m obsolete, a specter. Nothing more. I have so much to say but no one is worth my time. Speaking beautiful words and having scintillating ideals is no use to fools, stuck in their own little world. I want to get out of this town, and see everything that’s left that’s still intact. You’re all the same. Plain, uneducated, and uninteresting. I’d rather be alone, forever until someone else speaks as beautifully as I do. © 2016 SamanthaGalliReviews
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StatsAuthorSamanthaGalliCranston, RIAboutMy name is Samantha but everyone calls me Sam. I like a lot of cool things and have a lot of cool experiences. more..Writing
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