I look at the sea
I remember I want to be
A mermaid
I look at the woods
Hoping I should
Become a doe
I look out my window at the rain
And in vain
I want to be the droplets
I take a prolonged look
At my book
Wishing to be a good chapter
I look at that trumpet
Knowing if I was perfect
I could be the music flowing from it
Then I look in the mirror
And I see her
And I'm glad I get to be
Me
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My Poems!
PoetryI'm an okay poet. Some are sad and others really cheery! My rhymes can be pretty weak, though... but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!!!