*Found this while unpacking. Wrote it in sixth grade*
I am compassionate and clever
I wonder if people will ever care for nature
I hear tiny pixies fluttering near by
I see magical alicorns gracefully trotting in bright green fields
I want the world to have no war
I am compassionate and clever
I pretend that I'm riding my own racing horse
I feel the soft tears of angels that we call rain
I touch the silky smooth mane of a unicorn
I worry that adorable animals are abused
I cry when I lose my loving pets
I am compassionate and clever
I understand that things don't always go the way you want them to
I say winners are not people that don't fail they are people who don't quit
I dream that my stuffed animals come to life at night to play
I try to be the best person I can
I hope that the world will find its peace
I am compassionate and clever
YOU ARE READING
Teardrops Turned To Words
PoésiePoetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. ~ The first few poems are very amateur so if you want you can skip to the end where my better and most recent poems are. Published: 2.11.16 Finished: 9.20.17
