Okay guys, back to poetry. This one's a family metaphor poem. Thanks for reading, please vote, comment, and follow, and enjoy!
My mother is the smell of sugar
Apple pie in the summer, cookies in the winter
Sometimes flaring up, like when
We add too much cinnamon
And burn our tongues
My father is a mouse, clicking away
Computer light drowning his features
As he slays demons and alters worlds
My sister is a hippocampi
Rare and beautiful, part of two worlds
My cats are protective ghosts
Watching the windows
Guardian angels
And I am as I always have been
A book
Half full of words,
Sometimes half empty
An unfinished story
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Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA simple collection of poems I've put together, meant to get you thinking. I wrote some and gathered some, but if you don't like poetry, don't read. ;) RANKED #356 IN POETRY ON 7/27/2016!
