You were like the sun
peaking out on the horizon
on a dark and dreary winter day
when kids meandered outside
hoping to play.
Winter was cold and crisp
but you made it bearable.
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Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
sunshine
You were like the sun
peaking out on the horizon
on a dark and dreary winter day
when kids meandered outside
hoping to play.
Winter was cold and crisp
but you made it bearable.