She tumbles and turns,
Spreading her words of sweet
Beauty to all.
The faeries are her world,
And nature is her source.
She's the cold breath of winter, telling you to wrap up.
She's the summer kiss on your skin, making your body glow.
Her mind is a mystery,
A wonder, a maze, an endless fascination,
So you never grow bored of asking for more out of it.
She is poison in the best way,
She is the perfect picture through your camera lense, the one you brag about.
She is the inviting smell of home
And I am captivated.
Inspired by Meg Down, because she leads a hippie life and has "rage issues"
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Poems
Poetry*CONTINUOUS* Although I have no stories published on here yet, I write poetry too. I'm a better writer, I think, but sometimes I get ideas and poetry is an easier, more short-term solution to get those ideas out so I started poetry. I will add more...
