You
Take my book and mark it up,
Because even broken crayons color.
So don’t cover it up.
Hang it up on the wall for the world to see.
‘Cause their will always be haters,
Hating on you and me.
So as I lay my darling down,
Do not forget your golden crown.
A million kisses upon your head
I will love you and your flaws even when I am dead.
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I have always loved to write, and poetry is my best and favorite way to write. I also love music and can play many instruments and also sing.
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