summer child, ᴄᴏɴᴀɴ ɢʀᴀʏ, 01.19
there is a girl i know,
with skin fair as snow;
hazel eyes brighter than gold,
and a smile that never gets old.
tears slip down her rosy cheeks,
through her curtains no one peeks;
her tender love never reciprocated,
she feels ignored and hated.
but little does she know,
this girl lovely as a rose;
how i would rearrange the stars
in honour of her beautiful heart.
i love her more than imagination,
this i write to show my compassion.
to whom is shrouded in a hazy mist,
my tenderhearted, dearest, amethyst.
to eliah, with love.
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[14] - monday's child.
Poetry𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. original poetry i wrote at fourteen.