Stones by Malia

Dec 2019

Stones

You’re polished
Squeaky clean marble.
You look at me and see
A young stone too rough.
I am not experienced.
You pretend you are
But you’re actually a rock
That just got thrown in a river.

Written by

Malia 16/F/Stuck in my home :p

(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)

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