POEMS;

*You had always been one to write, no matter for what actually, stories, poems.. But you definitely were a fan of poems. It wasn't just because of writing, it was because of the emotions shown through beautiful words. Even if you didn't actually show it no anyone, you like to write for someone - more precisely TO someone.. Phineas Taylor Barnum, or Barnum for shorts. You had fell hard for him, he was the most creative, kind and surprising man, but he had a wife and two daughter's - What could you do?

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You normally gazed at him lovingly while he made his shows, everything was perfect.. Until he started to go less and less to the shows now Philip made in his circus - He apparently didn't had any time left to make creative and intriguing shows, so they were slowly getting less and less money. Philip was doing as he could, but he wasn't enough to keep it everything happy.. So you had to help. As Barnum's right hand man, you were one of a kind, so your ideas were kind of a bit better than Philip's - still not as good as Barnum's ideas.

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It had been a successful show, you were getting back into backstage while talking to Lettie for a bit about the next show. Philip was busy talking to that acrobat of his, the one he fell for, so he wasn't going to be around for a long time. As you walked upstairs to the wood balcony above of the circus, you could see that Barnum was holding some letters and reading them intently, he looked quite focused. You approached until you could half see what was writing on the letter And- those were your poems. The one's you wrote for him. How did he even find them?? You quickly backed up, but Barnum turned around to face you.

' You have write them, haven't you? '

He looked a bit puzzled - focused to de-code every phrase of yours in those letters. Gladly, they weren't the most emotional one's.