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Here I am Cosmos. Are you Listening?

Uneventful diary of a passionate poet.

Name:
Some sentimental rebel in disguise.
You can close your eyes and tell me
that you are a visionary
and maybe you're a little scary
but you take my breath away
When you say you'll always be there
it paints such a lovely picture
but no matter how you frame it
it's still pornography

Nobody seems to hear
till I scream and shout
Evan if you tie me down
and you blow my candle out

I'll still glow
I'll still glow
I'll be the perfect someone that you'll never know
I'll still glow

I see this girl with so much anger
pacified by holding strangers
making peace with all her danger
by looking in the mirror
The pureness in my name is gone now
You've taken it too far but somehow
I'll lick my wounds and take the last bow
and hold my cold left hand

There's so many things
That you rant about
The only thing I know for sure
If you blow my candle out

I'll still glow
I'll still glow
I'll be the perfect someone
that you'll never know
I'll still glow

( guitar solo)

I'll still glow
I'll still glow
I'll be the perfect someone
that you'll- that you'll never know

I'll still glow
I'll still glow
I'll be the perfect someone that you'll never know
I'll still glow

-Katy Rose, "Glow".

This is my boring, unimportant diary of lusts, poetry, and passions that are too personal to put in my online journals that people know about, too private to write down on paper, but still enough to be sent out into the cosmos.

Here I am, cosmos. Are you listening?

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