You're my mirror,
Just look at your beauty,
Inside and out, it's there,
I have made my routine,
And then your beauty,
I'll share.
You're my mirror,
In love I have now fallen,
Your talent, I'm in awe,
To you I am now crawling,
Then you will have fallen,
Even more.
You're my mirror,
Look just how you sparkle,
I envy how they see you,
You get attention from all,
And I really want to sparkle,
Like you do.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! รa 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. ยกยกยกยก
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.
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...
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.
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.
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.
Some people have their blue days... Well, mine are grey and yellow. Some people have their red days... Well I'll stay white with mellow. Some people have their green days...
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