Poems from millerk16

What would you say To that teacher you hated, That played favorites, That just didn’t like you. What would you say, Knowing you won’t get...
  I can hear her voice drifting in the wind, Feel her fingers running through my hair, Feel her watching over me As she guides her only...
The butterfly rests upon my wrist, Its wings emblazoned with swirling colors of a Cassia tree That fade to blue at the edges of its wings,...