Brittany Goldsmith Poems

Dream world, why must you be so cruel?
You take advantage of me, a tired fool.
Every night, when I drift away,
You show me a life worthy of broadway.
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I told him I wasn’t perfect.
He wasn’t quite sold.
I said, “Can’t you see that I’m damaged? ”
He said, “I can fill your cracks with gold.”
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I'm lavishly self-aware.
Ironically, living
free
of care.
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I love myself
I love myself
I love myself
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You mentioned,
that you’ve always
had this inkling,
about passing away
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I want a million balloons to whisk me away.
In case of harsh winds, accompanied by my hairspray.
Balloons tied around each of my shoulders.
Feeling so brave, seeming much bolder,
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