If I had a cliff,
I wouldn't jump off of it right away.
I would sit, teetering on the edge, and admire the rocks, flowers, and babbling brooks below.
I would sit as no one came for me.
Then, I would push off and watch as the streams got closer and the rock came into contact with my skin.
My world would crumble, yet soar, at the same exact time.
I would be free.
But the only thing around me is the flat land of Hell.
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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.
