Autobiography (Seeking Cyrus pt. 4)
Cyrus, born in the summer of 2015
He matured so quickly; He became sixteen
A teen made solely for perfection
To have an esteemed lover's collection
He loved to write poems and plays
And love to wrestle for days and days
He was a hipster of modern definition
He was cute and style efficient
He was always happy; never depressed
He was supposed to have girls obsessed
Yet at night when he laid in his bed
Celeste would cry, and wish himself
Dead.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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