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"I am his masterpiece"
by a girl named, jesuis (anonymous)
I AM HIS MASTERPIECE
His work of art is impeccable, I timidly salute him
But his work is not perfect, yet it trickles an essence of perfection
The part where he painted with his fingers was effervescent
But his work is not perfect, yet it bawls a quintessence of precision
The portrait he depicted was what ( Read more... ) -
poetry on the side
written by Anonymous
Not me, but her
I was walking to school when I saw him
Him, his arms around this tattered girl
This girl who thinks she is the queen of the universe
A sudden jealousy came then that moment went dim
I was walking along the park when I saw this familiar face
It was him, him who is to be my destiny, him who was alone
This boy who ( Read more... )
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