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*If I were a poem
I’d ask you to fold me up
and put me in your pocket,
then at the end of the week,
toss me in the wash
with the rest of the clothes

And when you find me later,
smudged and smeared,
ripped and tattered into
little unrecognizable pieces,
don’t worry about it,
I was already like that

Today
there will be both thunder and rainbow
in the manner you'll meet my stare
The sun will try to keep its cool
but we'll both blush and try to look away
I will put up my umbrella so
I'll float while resisting the sweet skies
But still, in cloud nine there'll be gravity
so I'll fall all over again and meet your eyes
The butterflies will then be constant
and we will blush but the gazes will stay,
Then there will be both thunder and rainbow
and we will hardly, we'll hardly breathe
*today

darling,
don't fall in love with me
to fast,
for i have such,
a broken past,
filled with,
relationships that
didn't last,
failing class
after class,
and watching my heart being
shattered just like glass,
so,
let's take things slow,
and let what we have,
continue to slowly grow.

at the end of the day
all that remains
is what you have done
and not what was shown,
along with two strong arms
that you can call home.