"A note to paper" A saying goes like "a person can be a home" Certainly yet I not felt a_person being my home Surely quite enough there was a thing, i say Home; not thy prettiest of all, Fragile and dusty
Wreaked and stuff elsewhere in the corner She's a little geek and has a little shy fever Yet Guess! what she loves, speaking in silent! Of million letters in your head stuffed in tight
She likes it all, all of the way I was "being" She says alittle mess was I "you're feeble darling" Left.. me..to say"you're a geek with wonders" She'd been Treasuring all the broken memories.
Which i was to throw it away,away from my soul Like;of though which pricks in keeping memorial Wasn't i to trash it!?"Ought not ,keep treasuring" Said she.Why though!?"you'll be stonger darling"
She builds a different world for I"The Better one" Into which we both fit perfectly from the old one "I" A queen within her; A royal crown of my own Self royal gesture was "I"pondering of my own
With her It was a much justific different intuition I have had all over! Peace streaming down Once again within her.. if felt nice to be alive Little "shy fever paper" made me feel like home _Chithuyia pfoze