I don’t have time for tears anymore-
Happiness has become my clock’s battery,
my alarm to wake up
and burn
feel, touch, scream,
cry, bite, love, grow,
scratch past the surface
the mediocre people seem to settle for.
Wild
Sometimes I can be trouble
if I don’t have someone just as wild
to run with.
nice poem 🙂
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Thanks Daniella!
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You’re welcomed
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