whenever i try to write a poem about her
the words never come out right
but i keep trying
she lives in the spring time
sparkling in pink and orange
her smile unashamed
and her laughter unending
as she prances under the sunset
a rainbow of colors
live in her
and they pour from her
because she cannot hide it
her freckles are kissed all
over her body
they are the stars
that shine forever
she never dones her face
with any cover
instead she choses to be exposed
not because she's over confident
but because she doesn't want pretend to be what she's not
her hair is messy and tangled
curly and unreasonable
and beautiful
she never hides herself
she lives in broad daylight
afraid to be seen
but brave enough
to keep standing tall
she is fire
and water
light
and darkness
spring
and fall
the climax
and the resolution
and i can't wait to see who she becomes
i wish to stand next to her
and
this poem sucks
i'll have to keep trying
-From the Journal of Leo E. Lockharte
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For Those Who Keep Falling
Teen Fictiontold in vignettes & poems for you the weirdo, the underestimated, the overworked and the tired. i hope this little book makes you smile and laugh and cry and scream and i hope sometimes you throw it on the floor just to pick it up dust it off and...
