I thrive to be like the snow
Beautiful.
Like the soft, fragile crystals that hover above the ground and on the tip of your nose.
Pure.
White and untouched by the evil.
Loved.
And I would disappear when it's not my time to be.
But sadly, I'm more like ice.
Unwanted.
Accident prone.
Avoided.
And I can always ruin your day as quick as a turn.
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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.
