Me
is a word
that strangles my tongue.
Each person is defined by their
passions, beliefs, desires, quirks.
I am me.
And I don't know me.
You are all I know.
We are yellows
and
we are blues.
I am all you know.
You are you.
And you don't know you.
Maybe all a person needs to be defined
is a reason to keep sorting out their definition.
I never thought angels were real.
until I met
you.
-M.M.
YOU ARE READING
11:11
PoetryA collection of poetry about life through young eyes. Because sometimes you just have to cross your fingers, close your eyes, and make a wish. --- "11:11" is Megan McMahon's first completed poetry collection containing 36 pieces. Take a trip into he...
