I wish we didn't have snow days
I would have got to talk to you sooner
Would have made better choices
like leaving a toxic relationship for a good one
my friends asked me what I see in her
I said I don't know.
Space, in a literal sense.
Planets made of diamond
Moons made of coal
and stars
All spinning in clockwork
I can see it in her eyes;
Earth: Terra
Moon: Luna
Fields of grass
and darkness
And I love it.
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Poetry of a Young Mind
PoetryIt's exactly what it sounds like. My teachers and friends have pushed at me for years to expose my poetry to more than just them and myself so....that's what this is. I actually don't write a lot of poems about being Trans, but you might find one o...
