Popcorn makes me POP right back up.

When my boyfriend makes me sad I turn to popcorn

Right when I feel unborn I feel the need to pop right back up

Just as I start to feel my heart torn the buttery smell of popcorn 

turns me into a unicorn. Yes, a unicorn.

Even though my zodiac sign is a capricorn I still feel the need to reborn.

Life is hard but so is being scarred to life.

At least I don't let myself be barred, because corn makes me yearn

the burning feeling of happiness.

This poem is about: 
Me

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