I'm only twelve, but I love to write poetry.
and I hope to one day get my work published.
I dont have much a a biography yet, concidering my short time on the earth, but I plan to do great things,
Even with my occasional suicidal feelings.
Deeper breaths deny me rest from internal destined pain.
I'd dream to death if pills would let me forget all reliefs strain.
...
The Dream of me, being with him.
The Dream of his touch to my skin.
The Dream of him holding my kin.
But no, the dream is wearing thin.
...
Tears are falling,
From beautiful eyes.
Tears are falling,
Because of my lies.
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Let me be the one who calls you baby
All the time
Surely, you can take some comfort
Knowing that you're mine
...
What I thought wasn't mine
In the light
Was one of a kind,
A precious pearl
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