.
She is like the morning air,
The light,
That cracks through my window shades,
Softly saying;
'Hello'
As I open my window,
I hear the bird chirping,
And a smile grows.
Gracefully,
She stands like a daisy.
Gorgeous to look at,
But careful!
She's fragile.
Gently digging around her stem,
Picking her up by her roots,
Placing her inside.
Angelic.
Corrupting.
As i can't help but to stare.
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/70 words/
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A collection of Poems
Poetrysome random poems I came up with :D <3 there may be some triggering topics to this book so be warned I hope you enjoy :)) I may not update regularly as i'm still in school but i'll always try <3 Ly
