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your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.
I hid behind
my poetry
and drawings
mostly
with
dreams
and
hidden secrets
then and now
through
old notebooks
and
sketch pads
One tear drop of her shook my soul
I felt as if I were
drowned in a water bowl
Moral death does not need a pond of water
Hi
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,
 Nov 2019 McKenna Pickett
Elena
I told the world to smile,
and her corners barely creased
She said to get her good side,
and then she turned her back to me.
The melting sun was crying
And rolling tears into the sea
The shadow of her body
The whales eerie harmony.
 Nov 2019 McKenna Pickett
Taylor
Dear Wildflowers,
How does it feel to be the moons favorite child?
How about the suns personal treasure?
You're born in the spring,
Bloom in the summer,
And creep into our hearts in the winter months.

Dear Wildflowers,
How does it feel when the rain falls on your petals
Washing away your impurities?
Teach me how to guide the wind.
Teach me how to live life
Simple and Easy.

Dear Wildflowers,
How does it feel to be free?
To have no boundaries?
Share with me your secret,
How did you do it?
Did you charm them with your beauty?
Or do you simply have the strength?

Dear Wildflowers,
I envy you.
You're so beautiful,
Graceful as you dance together,
Mimicking the movement of the waves,
Magnifying it.

Love,
Every teenage girl who has ever gazed out the wind,
Across the lawn,
And into life's eyes.
Do not worry;
They are footnotes in our biographies
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