I wish money grew on trees
In that case, I would not have to worry
Whilst somehow everyone have thousands in saving, I try not to show my jealousy
To wear a pretty dress and be out late at night
Is the way to cope with my desire
By trying to get people to desire me
Because if I can not have wealth and not a promised life like everybody else
I hope somebody will find me beautiful
So when they use the money their parents saved with a longing for tomorrow
I can wake up in someones bed, and feel like there is happiness in my struggle
Even if it will only last for a night.
/A,M
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Forget Me Knots
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. Writing is a form of sharing the struggles I meet in my every day life. I hope you will enjoy them. Do not take the poems to literally, they are real events mixed with fantasy. Important: I do not own the cover p...
