Tiara
I’m going through pages by pages;
Trying to see whether you have any acquaintances
Oh, look what I found
A mystery looking pronoun
The word I’m trying to forget
Though it might be a threat
To my mind and to my soul
Whether in or out of my sole
A girl with a beautiful smile
Simple but having the style
I took courage to look at those
Either peeking or seeing while no one knows
My words had been cut
With your locution that had the gut;
Or you can see my dearest writing
Of my psyche and my fighting
You look pretty wearing that tiara
Although it will be dismayed by a sciara
No, I will not let that happen
To someone that is enthusiastically clappin’
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