Pray,
So the party has just begun.
The fireworks flare,
It brings a sense of greatness.
Although I’m flawed, I feel so intricate.
Like the designs of the crystals
on the chandelier above.
The music resembles an audible missile,
As it blare, the vibration makes it way
to my heart. I danced and still prayed;
So the party has just begun.
Gyrating like it's no tomorrow;
Only thing that can stop me is the morning sun.
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La Coiffure
PoetryAllons-y! Down a saccharine trail; why? I may ask what it will bring. Does the past have a history; Where's the visionary input? On our clothes, in our hair. We as women seem to forget the boon that set us forward- our glamorous minds never cease...
