The girl in the picture isn't me
She is strong
I'm a past smile that time forgot
She meant something
I'm an insignificant speck of dust
She shone brightly
I'm dimmed
She grew tall
I'm often trampled on
She had hope
I have misery
She was me before the storm
I'm the aftermath
This was an old poem of mine
YOU ARE READING
poems by me
PoetryJust a bit of poetry I've written over a few years so dont judge it too harshly. Plus it does get better as you go on (in my opinion). PLEASE LOOK AT THIS BEFORE READING!!!! If you know me in real life and choose to read this please dont show people...
