I'm a damn poet
She's got brown
eyes,
soft skin,
thin legs,
sane head.
I've got huge hips,
small eyes,
frizz hair,
brain dead.
My eyes under
water,
head hurts,
lungs beg.
But behind
closed eyelids
I lie, say it's
okay.
It gets better,
it sure will,
I promise,
cross my heart.
In the future,
these years will
be buried in
beauty. /ME
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