I want a snack so I grab a peach, I love peaches it's sweet flavor is so comforting, the smell it brings is so beautiful, the colors that it's made up of are absolutely marvelous, some people don't like it because it's fuzzy but I love it no matter what. I slowly bring the peach to my mouth but suddenly I hear laughter, I turn my head and my expression changes.two boys sit there, laughing at me. I look back down at the peach and realize, a peach is not remembered because of its wonderful qualities;it's remembered because it looks like something it's not. a peach is remembered because it's sexualized
Authors note:it's not the best but I hope you guys understand it!! :)
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sad poems──★ ˙ ̟🕸!!
Poesiemy first book, this is going to be about sad poems that I have made, I hope you enjoy:3
