Well let me just say, I am not that big of a fan when it comes to myself
But there are some things I wouldn’t to put on a shelf

I love my hazel eyes that like to switch colors and sparkle when the sun beams
Compared to some other teens

I love my long eyelashes that I magicly have
But I don’t like how they don’t curve

My face wasn’t clear
But now it only does that a few time through the year

I may be really shy at first
But trust me I will definitely burst

Music is something that always keeps me calm
Because its the bomb

I love being creative with some things
I’m not that good to paint Colorado Springs though

I love my hobbies
But I don’t like coffee

I love how I keep an eye on something that really sticks out to me
Because hoepfully someday mine it will be

I will always love my summer tan
But sadly not as tan as one of my sisters Morgan

I sat there
waiting for you to get home
you came in and grabbed the beer
I ran upstairs and locked my door
you broke the promise
"I will never drink again"
I hear you drop the dumb can
tears start running down my face
I scrambled around my room
something that could hold the door closed
"a chair!That's it!"
I grabbed it and say it in front of the door
I looked at the window
"Open up"
I smashed the window opened
and tried letting go
I tried to take the step back
but then I stepped forward
I opened my eyes
and there you were by my side
I looked at the window
still attached
not broken
just a dumb dream
you then opened your eyes
I smiled and said
"hold me"
I then realized you I can never let go
you are my home
<3

Have you ever wondered ?
being creative ?
have you ever tried to explain it?
remember when you tried to explain certain things,
making them understand what all you feel within;
and thought them to be people like you
which you were sourcing in your'
inside ique !

Ever felt some breath lost,
when every time you speak,
the listener might not revert off---
your voice, what exactly you mean?
reverting in a disrespect manner
not "YOU" but,
your creativity.

Find your creativity,
and this human be the only,
the only person who shall see;
the actual dimensions going fleek,
from travelling through time to universe
leaving human soul,
the mirror soul.