Well here is another one cuz well here is another one :)
I let the water
run through my
fingers
the coldness
making my fingers go
blue
the color of
the water itself
as pure
as a newborn
child born
with only one sin
one sin that matters nothing to
the child
who will grow
love
multiply
and in the end die
die in a restful sleep
of purity...
I know it's wierd deal with it it's who I am and who can be a better me than well...me!
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Poems by Yasmin
PoesíaWell this is a bunch of poems I wrote that express who I am and what I feel. (And quotes I like too.) If it sucks too bad don't read it and if you like it thanks so much :) I also describe what it's like to be me... a weird, overweight, teen girl...
