i wrote these quickly and just copy and pasted from my computer so don't worry about being harsh
Mist
The Mist clings to the mountains like a young child not wanting its mother to leave,
The Mist floats over the ocean like a drifting cloud, full of the dream of tomorrow.
We hate the mist. it represents what we are afraid of and all we hope for.
We want it to leave and then to stay,
And when it finally retreats we want to cry for it to come back.
The Mist
Spring Fling
You have black curly hair and blue eyes,
I have have brown hair and hazel eyes.
Together we have an energy between us no one can beat.
But to you the romance is nothing but a Spring Fling.
But to me its a love worth fighting for.
Not a spring fling to be tossed aside when summer comes.
I will not be thrown to the floor when another girl comes along.
can't you feel it when our lips touch?
But not to you.
I am a spring Fling
Wonder
Sometimes I wonder whether
Dreams are real or not.
Love is true.
Hearts can break.
people really do hate me.
Wondering alone is worse than wondering with an enemy.
Wonder takes flight when you least expect it.
And returns home when you desperately need it.
Sometimes I wonder.
Hope everyone luvs my poems. if you really like them. I'll write more.
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