She's on center stage,
And I have a front row seat,
Her heart is a pounding drum,
And I'm dancing to the beat,
She's a freely flying owl,
I'm forever trapped in a cage,
She's destined for beauty,
I'm waiting forever for mine to come.
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Petty Adictions
PoetryStupid poetry that I shouldn't be writing. But I am. At three in the morning.
