Her complexion is fair
Her stomach is small
Her arms are strong
She stands so tall
My complexion is pale
My skin clings to my bones
My arms are burned
I have been stoned
Her hair is pretty
Her eyes are catching
Her voice is sweet
Someone worth latching
My hair is choppy
My eyes are empty
My voice is cracking
Scars, there are plenty
Her emotions are there
Her heart is full
Her life is perfect
She is not dull
My emotions are gone
My heart is dead
My life is feels like
I am made of lead
Her friends are kind
Her parents are loving
Her boyfriend is true
No one is shoving
My friends aren't friends
My parents don't care
My boyfriend isn't real
It's falling out, my hair
Her body is strong
Her grades are good
Her name is cute
She acts as she should
My body is crumbling
My grades, hopeless
My name is poison
One deadly caress
She is pretty
I had thought
She is real
I am not
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Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoesíaThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
