My Real Name

by Clare   Oct 17, 2005


Today my name is colorful
Yesterday my name was dead souls
Tomorrow my name will be lively spirits
My friends think my name is fire
The police think my name is burden
My parents think my name is symphony
Secretly i know my name is anything i want it to be

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  • 20 years ago

    by SethM

    That's the way to be Clare. You are what you want to be. You can be anything you want to be. Fantastic poem.... type thing....

    Without wax,
    Seth

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