The girl wore a yellow dress.
Her brown hair swayed in the wind.
She stood on the corner of the street.
Arms crossed.
Waiting.
Her thoughts raging.
She wasn't enough.
She was alone.
She couldn't do it.
She needed to do everything.
And everything was always out of reach.
She was just one person.
To the world she was so insignificant and small.
It didn't care what happened to her.
But to one person meant so much
She was enough.
She could do it.
They were there for her so she didn't have to be alone.
She never had to do everything.
She didn't have to do anything.
She was everything,
And now for them, everything is gone.
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A Dash of Lemon
PoetryThis is a bunch of random poetry I wrote. Key word being random. Some of it kind of has a story continuing from my other poetry book, (Backwards Lemons) but it's not super important. Some of it's insane, some of it's random, some of it's crazy, and...
