I want to spread a message higher than myself.
Though considering my height, it may just be out of my reach.
So I'll stretch for it, and strain. Standing on my toes...
All the while ignoring the groaning of my tierd muscles.
Try to forgive me if I give into peer pressure
If I crumble under the weighted strain my body pushes against my mind, against my will.
I speak from years and years
I speak from years and years and years of experence....."never fear, most guys like short stuff!"
"Deepinyourdreams"
Short stuff
Thank you
I now have a title for this poem.
If that's alright with you, that is.
-Destinee