Oh, child.
You are a piece of art
You are a pulsing heart
That I've never realized I wanted to keep going.
You are the watch that's stopped when the whole world keeps going,
The broken hand of a clock in the tower by the sycamore.
You are my first home
The one I've never fully convinced myself I had to leave.
You are my memories
The summer I achieved things I didn't think needed doing.
The summer of the early snow.
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This one is really personal to me. It means a lot and holds so many regrets.
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PoetryI held broken shards to my face Comparing my reflection On the mirrors That didn't want to leave ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poems written by Star in about 5 minutes. If you like them, please do vote and comment, it really makes my day! Most...
