and i'll sing my songs and i'll beat my drums and i'll hold my sign and clap my hands and pretend it's the same as it used to be
or better than it was
and i'll phase out the pessimists and the hypocrites
and listen to who matters,
listen to myself
put your fingers through my hair and hold me until i sleep
figment
make me believe there is perfection because i don't have
reason not to
i am more acquainted with myself now,
and understand the benefits of experiencing
things alone
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Caity,
You've surprised me more than any student in a long time- I am overwhelmed with joy at your poem, and know that your voice will one day find countless listeners.
If the world is your oyster, let your mind be the water that surrounds them- for in it, you'll imagine new ways for us to live.
B+
S
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