My heart is metal,
With cranes and cranks,
A common know-it-all,
As tough as tanks,
My heart is deep red,
Filled with passion,
And building dread,
From a love ration,
My heart is blue,
Soft as an old plum,
Too much to rue,
I'm going too glum,
My heart is glass,
Too easy to read ,
Frequently smashed,
And nothing to feed,
My heart is mine,
Maybe even a mix,
But give it some time,
And it's easily fixed.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! Ça Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ¡¡¡¡
A little help is all I give. No need to be so defensive. Politely say what you need to say. And I will gladly go away. A little chip, as we grow older. May be found upon our shoulder.
Every face can tell it's story, Every name it tells it's tale. Every step can tell it's journey. Every success can show it's fail. Every feeling can be shown. Every word can be expressed.
I furnish my throne With friendships set in stone The type that is grown The type that's unknown I type on my phone Desperate to paint a picture Stories grown from an inner scripture I...
My brain is like an old key chain, with a million unknown keys. My thoughts are like an oceans waves, with ideas in the breeze. My hopes are like a sinking ship, that was once afloat at sea.
My solitude is my mind. My true love is inside to find. A kiss upon my tender lips. There is nothing more I want from this. My lips go to part. I say those words. And write them down.
You thought I'd gone, I thought so too But something pulled me back Dancing on the edge of hell Peering into black I thought I'd gain my other life At the expense of words But poetry has drawn me...
Isn't it amazing, Isn't it funny, What makes you mad, What makes you sunny. Isn't weird, Isn't it strange, What keeps you close, What makes out change.
Disparity 'tween me and truth I could just blame it on my youth Or that I am misunderstood Except I won't, I think I should.
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