Posts
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baby dandelions
golden like the sun,
blooming in the spring,
till they turn to fuzz,
flying in the wind.
what our parents call weeds,
what we called flowers when we were young.
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Drenched in Love
The fiery sunset gleamed in the heart of the evening while the sparkling rain reflected its capturing glow.
Loves
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My Head Cold
My head cold waits at my bedroom windowsill
Tells me:
‘No, you can’t do your homework. Lie back down and quit thinking so much.’
Tells me:
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Society's Suffocating Expectations
As girls we’re taught many things at a young age.
We’re taught what’s considered “ladylike,” and what’s not,
Keeping us in line to better fit society's mold.
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Teenage Delirium (The Dictionary)
B –
Bones (noun pl.)
/bōn/