She was daring
She was beauty, and she was bold
She never did what she was told
She was warm and strangely at the same time, cold
She was the type of girl that couldn't be sold
Not to billboards, magazines or anything that would fold
She'd never be too old
Not for me
Not for the stars
And not for the world
When we met it was winter
And I think even then I knew
S h e w a s g o l d
This isn't about a girl- it's actually unrelated to anything of the sort.
It's about falling in love with yourself. Becoming the person you want to be.
I'm not there yet, but someday, someday I will.
And that hope is all I need to continue trying.
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Lemon Seeds | A Collection Of Poetry
PoetryLife Lemons And a little bit of everything inbetween -Enjoy- Warning: This poetry, like a lemon, can be sour, bitter, and make your eyes water a little. Ingest with caution, and don't forget to spit out the seeds.
