(written Nov. 4, 2014, age 13.)
(Also, before you ask, I honestly have no idea... I was just kind of...
I don't even know.)
The red, orange, and yellow
in the flowers on my table...
the colors breathe
the crisp air
of a cool fall evening
as a family sits inside,
warm by the fireside...
blissfully unaware of
the shimmering outline
of a ghostly girl,
peering through the window,
her face bleak, dreary,
frozen with crystal tears,
but her eyes so very alive,
full of understanding...
and revenge.
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Pura Vida
Puisi~A collection of my poetry.~ Many people say that the poetry on wattpad is just a jumble of rhyming words with no true meaning, written by emotional teenage girls. I'm not going to lie. I am a teen. I am a girl. And I am emotional. But my poetry is...
