You are not your age
Nor the size of clothes you wear
You are not a weight
Or the colors of your hair
You are not your name
Or the dimples on your cheeks
You are all the books you read
And all the words you speak
You are your croaky morning voice
and the smiles you try to hide
You're the sweetness in your laughter
And every tear you've cried
You're the songs you sing so loudly
When you know you're all alone
You're the places that you been to
And the ones that you call home
You're the things that you believe in
And the people that you love
You're the photos in your bedroom
And the future of your dream of
You're made of so much beauty
But it seems that you forgot
When you decided that you were defined
By all things your not
YOU ARE READING
The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
