A trophy is won an by a race
One that you want to face
The journey is long
Delicate like a fawn
Why do people choose the challenge?
All the work they can barely manage
But I'm alone right here
The journey nothing like a deer
I available for anyone to try
As long as your give me the wings to fly
By me, Lainebug001
Word count: 62
-To A Stranger
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
