Poems from AvThewriter

Rain I hate it The smell of mildew left behind Little droplets pounding down The puddles soaking my shoes It's like a barrier Holding me...
The way the paint smells The vibrant colors of the thick liquid The way the brush dances across the canvas Each stroke more prominent...
I'm okay. My two most used words. I am not okay. But I don't tell you that. Because you shouldn't carry that weight on your shoulder. But...
Everything is alright. You are right here. Right next to me. Holding my hand. Walking among the stars. Each one glowing bright. But not as...
As fragile as a butterfly Life is A single petal in a garden One of many They all wilt away Like all flowers do We all die To be given the...

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