You wrap my identity in pretty wrapping paper
You place tape of the tearing edges
I don't feel free nor alive pretending to be someone I'm not for you
Someone day I will be as free as my heart aches to be
But for now I will be a pretty present
Under a pretty Christmas tree
Whose leaves are starting to brown.
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Sunsets and Poetry
PoetryHello :) This is a book filled with different types of poetry written by me! I hope you enjoy <3 I love you. 💗
