ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

5 years ago I was in 5th grade 

My "friend" told me I had a weird laugh 

I was too scared to laugh after that 

Her cream white color has started to fade,

Even for gold, she is something I wouldn’t trade.

Stitches burned away by the fire known as love, 

Flowers

poems

are the souls

of long-forgotten flowers.

Whispers

poems

Cinderella fit the shoe

perfect-porcelain white-lotus-petal feet

slipping ever so gently into delicate glass slippers

apparently made just for her

by the handsome prince (he has no name)

Dear five-year-old me,

you are in kindergarten right now.

You are going to meet your absolute best friend in just a little while -

or maybe you already have.

Either way, remember to be kind to her.