I'm not born,
exactly this way.
I'm not torn,
I Just can't be erased.
I'm not forlorn,
I just won't be the same.
And I must warn,
because you may get maimed.
I might be a little crazy, but I'm not insane.
Now, that I will proclaim.
You know my name.
And you have no reason to complain.
I'm being perfectly mundane.
My heart is untamed.
I will always be this way.
Always have that inner animal.
That can be ferociously powerful.
I might be a little insane, but I'm not crazy.
Now, that I will proclaim.
You can't change a heart that is untamed.
nice poem!
You're crazy too! yay. untamed hearts always have the fun. and so do us crazies.
we're never going down
Yes! Very true!
Yes! Very true!
I like it, pinky. Hear the
I like it, pinky. Hear the roar from the 'purring little pussycat' meeeeowww!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you!
Thank you! I am a little pussycat. Meeeeowww!