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Rome wasn't built in a day, a month, a year. It was built with time and sweat. The steaming iron, the sweat dripping down the hands of men who toiled for hours, only armed with tools and a dream. The cuts, nicks, and burns were all just mementos of the journey. While the scars may last forever, the city prospers.
Do you deserve me? Or is this just another ploy? Why am I not good enough for you? I'm the best you've ever fucking had. I run this show. I can end it at the flick of my wrist, and all you do is make excuses and cry- you cry. You know I'm soft. You know I care for you more dearly then the sun that lights my everyday. I know I deserve you but the question is- do you deserve me?
The centerpiece of my life, you have become. As sparkly as a diamond, as valued as a family heirloom, and as charming as the night sky speckled with stars. Yet, shall you be polished, or shall I leave you to capture dust? Inevitably, all we are is dust in the wind. So, I shall leave you be, my beautiful little diamond, to remain the center of my life.
Obey. No, I won't obey. I won't take your shit, conform to your rules, allow the sullen hatred that you use to control overtake my pessimistic heart. I will survive and thrive. You don't know me. Obey? No. You oughta pray. Don't try to get me to obey, because I paint my own picture, and I won't paint the lines straight. I'm not for sale, and neither is my heart.
As I ride my white steed through the meadows and fields, I wonder if I shall ever return to the stable. Will I hitch myself to a post, hold myself back, or run free, freer then a bird with wings. Or will I be the bird forced not to sing, the horse not to trot, or the man left to die alone without hope. Ride on.
Slouch. Thats how I sit in my desk. I slouch. I don't want the world to see my face sometimes. I can't really bring myself to sit up straight, and face the teacher. Except when I'm in English. In English, my heart soars, my confidence roars, and I'm a formidable person to wreck. I'm no slouch in the world of hopes and dreams I'm just- well,, me. And thats all I'll ever need.
Anywhere, I stare. Anywhere I dream. Do I want to step off into anywhere? Or stay there? Or go where my heart guides me? Or with you- towards to burning sun, towards all of our hopes and dreams? I'll go anywhere with you, my blossom- anywhere but here. Here is where our hearts cannot be allowed to sing free- not for you or me.
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