the sunshine filled my heart to bursting,
i skipped and sang and tried my hand at transposing,
couldn't edit out my mental voice but walked fast,
not paranoid but cautious,
and i'm glad it was mine before i was yours.
but i miss being in love.
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(this is Heather, for the record):
I feel a little creepy, but regardless...I love your blog, especially this poem. you have this amazing talent of making me feel like you've written every poem for me.
yeah i forgot to tell you i like this and also the one before.
you are amazing.
p.s. i used this text to work on british accents in voice class.
ha, the fact that you liked that poem of mine is funny because i'm actually not a huge fan of it. i just wanted to write something off those last 2 lines
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