My Mess

by Heather Prior   Oct 13, 2005


My mess,
Is clean.
I find the things I need,
Not always when I need them.

My mess,
Is me.
You see what's in my mind,
Not always what's behind.

My mess,
Is unique.
It surrounds me in the dark,
So I do not feel alone.

My mess,
Is my mess.
And so it will always be.

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  • 19 years ago

    by kida

    2 true i hate having 2 clean up i like things 2 b lived in. plz read and comment on mine.

  • 19 years ago

    by Trish

    Love it, I can totally relate ...my mess follows me around! where ever i go!

  • 19 years ago

    by ~â‚£ading |nspiration~

    Pretty cute...although i don't quite get it by...my mess...but i think what you are trying to say is that...your room is messy...is it? lol...dunno...just think so...

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