who you are
change is such a cliched word,desired by every bird.
its a hard thing to achieve,
its where we all lose belief.
change into a hot heartthrob,
burying down your nickname "bob".
change into a handsome player,
for the chicks ,you're the slayer.
no one dares to resist it,
and that's what strengthen's it.
once it gobbles you up,
you may even drown in a cup.
but deep down there's the little something,
that'll stay till you stop breathing.
against the change it'll war,
to remind you of who you are.
Poetry by alexandrine
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Written on 2012-02-17 at 10:51
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