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Lily Aug 2015
They all know me as the "class clown",
They never bothered to look behind that mask.
Lily Aug 2015
Poetry is my *****
Deep words get me high
Writing so quenches my thirst,
I'd **** for any rhyme
Lily Jul 2015
I thought we could have it all
That we'd soar high and never fall
Thought we'd have the world on our hands
And free to do the things we want
Actually believed the end won't come
That we would stay forever young
Then it dawned on me
Every color fades
Every new things age
Peter Pan is not real.



© Leigh Herondale  *July 2015
Lily Jul 2015
Maybe it never really dies,
Maybe it just hids there somewhere,
And when you see him again
All of it comes back in a glimpse
Like it were never gone
Like you're 15 again.


© Leigh Herondale  *July 2015
Lily Jul 2015
Sea of faces
So many names
People i'd like
To cross out on my list
This boy in particular
Shall I make him slowly suffer
Or die a quick painful death




© Leigh Herondale  *July 2015
Lily Jul 2015
In this shallow age
of facebook,
instagram, selfie,
I realized one thing,
I'd rather be called intellectual than pretty.




© Leigh Herondale  *2015
I'll be 20 in 7th September ***
Lily Jul 2015
Dandelions in blossom,
Grandma's garden in full bloom,
My apple tree has its leaves again,
Air filled with flowery scent.
Cats and kittens licking each other
Ready to catch its prey
The neighbor's dog barking
Wanting to go out and play
Children playing, swimming, biking,
Children everwhere.
Of course they're joyful,
Who isn't anyway,
When the season turns into spring.



© Leigh Herondale  *July 2015
I came from a tropical country so I haven't really experienced spring but I want to write about it based on my perception so here it is. People from countries with four seasons, how is spring really?
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