Imperfect World
In my own little imperfect world, I am free.
I walk through the longest of fields.
I climb to the top of the highest of trees.
I watch the moon turn from red to white.
I feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
Even with all this beauty, all this peace,
I could never be complete,
Without you here with me, in this world.
My own little imperfect world,
Is only perfect if you're in it.
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I am a Freshman in high school, or as I like to call it "fresh-meat." I love music, and I play the guitar (acoustic and electric), piano, and sing. I am part of a band known as "Too Young To Drive" and you can find us on YouTube. I love to laugh and to make others laugh, as well. When I am older, I want to be a writer and write books and poems. I also want to be a part of an appropriate Burlesque because I love to dance. For me, writing and dancing frees me from my life when it gets difficult for me to live, which is a lot. It is a great alternative to harming my skin. I also draw in my free time, and I am considering to begin drawing art for my own books. Hopefully, one day I can publish one of my books or a book of my poems. (: Well, that's a little about me, and I hope you enjoy my writings! :D
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