Intoxicated
By the sweet summer's air
That surrounds me
The smell of honeysuckle
Brings back fond memories
Of past days and years
I am that little girl again
Running through the trees
As thorns grab at my legs
I feel the rough grass
beneath my feet
I am intoxicated
by the smell of warm rain
Clothes clinging to me
I am that little girl again
Feeling free and pleased and at peace
I am intoxicated
From the memories
That I so eagerly believe
That I am once again that little girl
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Jannah Speaks
PoetryOne day I was really upset about something and for some reason I decided to grab a pen and paper and when I finished what I had scribbled down I was like, "hey, that could be a poem." Weird, I know right? That's how I began this whole poetry thing (...
