September 12th, 2018
14 Years Old
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We survey our closed dominion
Until we look up in August
To find comet dust flaring in the night.
Our hearts light up,
Fire burning in our eyes,
Flashing with passion and wonder.
Our spirit flips it's switch
A fireball flying right at us
At the speed of our minds.
We watch it flutter by
A chance slipping past our desires,
A belief in it never passing again.
Until our night of peace
Returns once again
And rocks us into comfort.
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Teenage Hooligan: An Original Poetry Chapbook
PoetryJoin me and my original poetry. Updates as more poems are written. Just an 18-year-old girl trying to find her way in the world. Follow her journey through multiple poems, and relate to the tell-tale imagery and real-life situations. Take a step in...
