an introduction of sorts...
So...you want to know about me?
Well, I'm not too interesting, but if you insist :3
I am who I am.
I am the heat of the car when you first step inside. I am a thorn lacking its rose and apparent beauty none can find. I am the thunder in a storm, drowned out by the rain. I am the thump-thump...thump-thump of a strong, pulsating heart. I am the breath of fresh air after breaking through the water. I am the new butterfly, ready to spread its wings.
I am who I am.
I am the ink inside a pen, the scribbles on a page. I am the obnoxious laughter heard across a room. I am the eraser, leaving streaks on last night‘s math homework. I am a punch thrown but never connecting. I am a casual smile and secret yearning. I am the singing in the car when no one is listening. I am the erratic dancing that knows no rhythm or beat. I am a well with no wishes, I make them all realities.
I am who I am.
I am fingers scurrying across a keyboard and the red lines of spell check. I am a warm blanket and cup of hot chocolate at three in the morning. I am sleepless nights of homework and novel-writing. I am doing all I can and all for what? I am doing all I can for a "Good job, we're proud of you." I am neither shades of black and white but a mixture of green and gray. I am the meticulously kept planner with too many tasks unchecked. I am emotions running wild and mistakes made too often with knowledge gained along the way.
I am who I am.
I am the ink blotted by tears. I am a the leaf reaching for the sun and only getting burned. I am the screaming in dark music--they're screaming for me. I am every sunset, a canvass of shades of blood. I am the twinkling of the moonlight, disappearing for a while.
I am who I am, that's how it'll be.
I am who I am, come, dance with me.
Well, I'm not too interesting, but if you insist :3
I am who I am.
I am the heat of the car when you first step inside. I am a thorn lacking its rose and apparent beauty none can find. I am the thunder in a storm, drowned out by the rain. I am the thump-thump...thump-thump of a strong, pulsating heart. I am the breath of fresh air after breaking through the water. I am the new butterfly, ready to spread its wings.
I am who I am.
I am the ink inside a pen, the scribbles on a page. I am the obnoxious laughter heard across a room. I am the eraser, leaving streaks on last night‘s math homework. I am a punch thrown but never connecting. I am a casual smile and secret yearning. I am the singing in the car when no one is listening. I am the erratic dancing that knows no rhythm or beat. I am a well with no wishes, I make them all realities.
I am who I am.
I am fingers scurrying across a keyboard and the red lines of spell check. I am a warm blanket and cup of hot chocolate at three in the morning. I am sleepless nights of homework and novel-writing. I am doing all I can and all for what? I am doing all I can for a "Good job, we're proud of you." I am neither shades of black and white but a mixture of green and gray. I am the meticulously kept planner with too many tasks unchecked. I am emotions running wild and mistakes made too often with knowledge gained along the way.
I am who I am.
I am the ink blotted by tears. I am a the leaf reaching for the sun and only getting burned. I am the screaming in dark music--they're screaming for me. I am every sunset, a canvass of shades of blood. I am the twinkling of the moonlight, disappearing for a while.
I am who I am, that's how it'll be.
I am who I am, come, dance with me.
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Despite the fact we're online friends I wish it to you true.
Eh... that didn't turn out all that well... my little birthday ditties usually turn out a little better... with a little more birthday cheer than this one. But eh well. I've already used up my poetic inspiration today, so this will have to do for now.
;] How was school?