Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Poetry

Bitter and cold,
How many secrets do you hold?
How many things have you been told?
Can your silence be bought or sold?

Ferocious and wild,
A reckless spirit, nature's child,
The defining force is far too mild,
"It'll only get better," you said as you smiled

68 days,
And 68 nights
Too many wrongs,
But still many more rights.

2 comments:

  1. 68 days, 68 nights: what does this mean? I am very curious!
    Love,
    Aunt Michelle

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    1. Just an inside reference haha :) also, it had a nice ring to it =p

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