Poems from KristinaElise_7
Dear Yellow Dandelion in my windowsill,
How could something
so bright and cheerful
be named a weed?
My mom once told me
that weeds...
I don't appreciate
when you approach me
just to tell me that I'm so blessed
with such a sexy body.
And you have no right
to be offended...
People often realize
they can endure more
than they thought they could
when enduring becomes the only option.
But sometimes-
when people...
"Poetry,"
he said,
" is so over-rated."
"So many thing are,"
I thought.
Simply because people
hold them above the things
that are more...
These windows to my soul
Can see no faces.
I have no perception of color
Because I lack what they call vision.
My sight revolves around...