I want to be the kind of girl,
that people write poetry
about over a desk at 3am.
Because they can't sleep
until they figure out how to
describe the way my mind
works.
But there is nothing
magnificent to say about it.
I am stuck between two sides,
call me Evergreen
My mind has way too many
thoughts,
and messy morals.
No wonder when you see me,
All you do is stutter.
Antal Hajnalka Bella XII.H
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