It was a small one,
But still a pretty gift.
It was cute, thoughtful,
It made my spirits lift.
A simple chain of metal,
A really pretty bracelet.
With tiny, little, colourful,
Pretty charms on it.
A star to tell me that I shine,
A bulb to tell me that I'm smart.
A flower to tell me that I'm beautiful,
A paint brush to say I'm a work of art.
A book to remind me that we're geeks,
A wand to tell me that we fantasize.
A crown to tell me that I'm your queen,
And a hazel brown gem to depict my eyes.
~!~Ana
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
