Allie's Journal of Art

Friday, May 06, 2005

Poem: Insecurities

will you call me though
my voice is too scratchy
and my words are too jumbled?

will you love me though
my makeup's worn off
and my clothes are worn out?

will you kiss me though
my lips are often chapped
and my fear often pushes you away?

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