Gone
With time, the coffee became tea.
And the ice went away.
The orange changed to apple.
My tears dried up
And my skin turned to liquid
My heart turned to gold
And my lungs dissipated
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Poetry for the Emotional Teenager
PoetryGroup Poems: The Child's Dream, Why, Gone, Piece by Piece, 16 Directions to My Home All poems written by me. Group poems written by me and the JBA Writer's Craft class of 2015. Please do not steal my work. This is plagiarism and I will call you out...
