The sun bathes me in a glow like that of pixie dust.
The world spins,
And my feet lift from the ground,
On a whirl wind of emotions and nerves.
This feeling...
This feeling is one that I've never felt before.
This feeling of...of...I don't know what,
But it's scary,
And I can't make it stop.
It just keeps going like arms on a clock,
Never stopping until the batteries run dead.
~Olivia Kolt
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The Complete Works Of Olivia Kolt
PoetryThese are all of my poems. Some are sweet as cherries and others are as dark as night. Anyway I hope that anyone who reads them will enjoy it and hopefully just relate to them in some way. ~Olivia Kolt
