Alyssa Lynn Poems

Never your ideal girl, no matter how much I try that bar is far too high; the number on that scale is far too large in your eyes. So change me, maybe then happiness will occur. So cut me make me fit, I must fit into your little box I must become your ideal. What’s so wrong with how I am? Why must I change?

When will you be pleased? When I’m nothing but a shell? Use me; make me crawl until you realize I’m left as nothing at all. Does it matter that I’m happy? Does it matter that I like who I am? I will never be your dress size I will never be your ideal. I don’t want to be the girl who conformed; I don’t want to be her.
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It’s like a love song, only it seems I’ve forgotten the words. It’s like my favorite line to the poem I fell in love with, only I didn’t quite do it justice. You’re like my gust of wind, with just a dropp of rain. After all only this recipe keeps the gremlins away. You’re my home sweet home.

Let’s take a picnic to the moon, let’s see how old or young we can act in the month of June. Let’s dance like fools, just cuz we can. Let’s find a random stranger, so we can all just dance in the rain. Let’s make our own lyrics to the love songs we’ve always loved. Let’s write the poem of our dreams, we’ve been dreaming of. Let’s jump, let’s fly, let’s just get away.
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